nickngreg | Chapter 4

Warning: Frottage

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May

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Greg smirked as the bartender passed him another beer and waved his hand to ward off Nick's money, "Do you have any idea how cool it is to be born on Cinco De Mayo? If I go to the right bar, I get all the free Corona's I want." He dropped the lime into the bottle and lifted it to take a swig.

Nick snorted, "For you, yeah. Me? I have to pay through the teeth to get the good stuff." He looked around the small bar again and shook his head, still a bit surprised at what he saw.

This place was a cop hangout and was usually jam packed on the weekends, Sunday's included. Brass had invited them there just after Nick started at the CSI lab and it was now the main place third shift got together after work, since they opened early and had a fantastic breakfast menu.

Tonight though, there were only two other couples seated in the place, not including him and Greg, and another couple was dancing on the makeshift dance floor.

Greg swiveled around on the barstool so he was facing the rest of the bar and rested his elbows on the counter, "I never did ask how you talked Catherine into taking Elijah for the night, especially since it's her only night off this week."

It had been originally planned for Rayne and Mark to take him overnight down at their cabin, but their daughter had gone into an early labor and they had to take off. It was a problem that had left Nick floundering after Rayne had called, until Warrick managed to calm him down and took over babysitting duties.

"It was Warrick." Nick said, shrugging his shoulders and taking a drink of his own Corona, "I was panicking so he offered. Catherine didn't really mind 'cause Lindsey likes Eli."

Greg looked at Nick. That weird tone was back in Nick's voice, and for the second time found himself wondering if he should call Nick on it or not, "Hey, despite the free beers, this is pretty boring. Let's get out of here." He finally said, opting to ignoring if for now. Two fights in three days was not on the agenda.

Nick looked over and met his eyes, as though he knew what was going through Greg's mind, before nodding. He grabbed his money off the bar, leaving a decent sized tip for Greg's two free beers and his half of one before standing. They headed out into the cooling night air and started back for the house.

Nick had been pretty shocked to find that Greg had lived only a mile and a half from the small bar if they took the back road up to the property. It also explained why, when Greg had left the few get-togethers he had shown up for earlier then everyone else, his car was usually still parked in the parking lot.

He reached out and grabbed Greg's hand, twining their fingers together, "So? Was there anything specific you had in mind? Other than taking you out and the invite, I'm pretty much fresh out of ideas."

Greg pulled Nick closer and wrapped his arm around Nick's back, even with his hand still clasped with Nick's. It left the older man in an awkward position, but he really couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. Not with Greg's lips on his own. He slid his free hand up Greg's arm and tangled his fingers in the hairs at the back of his neck, managing to pull Greg closer without causing himself any discomfort.

"Yeah, I got a few ideas. Come on." Greg said as he pulled away. He tugged on Nick's hand and they started back to the house at a brisk pace.

Nick was starting to think that it was a pretty stupid idea that they had walked down to the bar, even if it was only a fifteen minute journey by foot. When they arrived back at the house though, they didn't make it any further than the patio couch before they were fused together at the mouth again.

Nick gave a slight nudge with his hip, which caused the back of Greg's knees to hit the couch. Greg lost contact with Nick as he lost balance and dropped down, but it was only a minor reprieve as Nick pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.

"God Nick." Greg moaned as the one hundred and sixty pound body settled on him.

"You ok?" Nick asked, his own breath coming in gasps.

Greg reached up and wrapped his arms around Nick's neck and tugged, "Oh yeah, better than. Get down here." One final tug and he had Nick's lips back on his. He shifted his right leg slightly so that Nick was straddling it instead of laying on both of his legs straight down. He groaned at the extra pressure to his dick from Nick's pelvic bone resting on it. He then groaned again as Nick took advantage of his now open mouth and shoved his tongue inside.

He thrust his hips in automatic response when Nick hit a particularly sensitive spot in his mouth. Nick's grunt at the sudden move was muffled and he gave a thrust of his own hips in response. This started a chain reaction that left them panting into each others mouths, too busy working on mutual stimulation to keep up the kissing, but unwilling to loose the connection.

Nick finally broke contact and buried his face at Greg's neck, his fingers gripping and releasing Greg's t-shirt at his shoulders with each thrust of his hips. Greg bit his lip as his own hands scrambled for purchase on Nick's back, just underneath his shoulder blades.

"Geeze, Nick." He managed to ground out, "So close." His foot slipped on the couch and he worked to find a grip on the cushions, disrupting their rhythm in the process, but it didn't do anything to deter them.

"Yeah...Greg..." Nick moaned and lifted his head, running his lips up the neck in front of him, pausing to suck on the soft skin under Greg's ear before continuing on and finding Greg's mouth. He ran his tongue along the sensitive spot in Greg's mouth again and then pulled away panting, hoping to God that that would help further Greg.

His hoping wasn't in vain as Greg threw his head back and froze, his mouth open and back arched. Greg, who was a very loud person by nature, made absolutely no noise as he orgasmed and even his breathing seemed to freeze at that moment of release.

Just watching Greg come loose pushed Nick all the closer to the edge and it only took him a few more thrusts before he too reached his climax.

Greg watched through heavy lidded eyes as Nick clenched his jaw, squeezed his eyes shut and almost seemed to gasp through his teeth. If he hadn't already come, that sight alone would have pushed him over. Greg wrapped his arms around Nick as Nick's arms collapsed, taking his weight with ease.

"That was..." Greg said a moment after he caught his breath, unsure what word he would use to describe it.

Nick pushed himself up so he was resting on his elbow's and stared down at Greg, "Fast?" He supplied, his humor evident.

Greg laughed and slid his hands up Nick's back, "Yeah, but oh so good." he leaned up and gave Nick a leisurely kiss before pulling away, "We should shower...or something. I'm feeling a bit sticky."

Nick pushed himself up onto his hands and knees before kissing Greg again, "Sounds like a plan."

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Greg watched Nick cook from his position on top of the island, thinking back on their night spent together.

Nick had apologized a few times for the lack of preparation for his birthday. Apparently, he had made reservations at a small Greek restaurant because of Greg's huge love for Greek food, but when he had called Thursday to confirm, he had found out that they were going to be closed due to an electrical problem. Despite calling around after that, Nick hadn't been able to find any open reservations at any of the Greek restaurants in the city.

After they had arrived back at the house and made out like randy teenagers on the patio couch, Nick had surprised Greg by cooking him a three course meal of a Horiatiki (a Greek salad), Keftedes (meatballs) with homemade fries and for desert, a homemade Baklava. Although the Baklava had been mostly pre-made on Saturday before Nick had gone into work.

After dinner, they had started to watch the movie Nick had bought him, but that too had turned in to a make out session. They did eventually make it to Greg's room, but after two orgasms each and the heavy meal, they had dropped straight off to sleep following separate showers.

Now, they were getting a head start on the barbecue they were having with their co-workers that afternoon, a celebration of sorts for cracking a very difficult case the week before that had had everyone on night shift involved.

Greg had never actually spent much time with the other CSI's outside of work save a couple of the get-togethers, but now that he was dating Nick he supposed that was going to be a given, not that it was something that he minded too much.

Nick also invited Archie and Bobby, both of whom had put up with a lot of bullshit from the stressed CSI's during the case. Just the thought that they were going to be there was something Greg was thankful for, especially the presence of Bobby, whom he considered one of his best friends in Vegas.

Bobby's daughter, five-year-old Jenna, was also pretty close to Elijah, thanks to them going to the same day-care when she was out of school. Bobby was in a same-sex relationship as well and his daughter was his own thanks to his partner's sister, who had acted as surrogate for them.

"So, let me get this straight. Your dad's a judge but your parents live on a working ranch." Greg said, picking up the thread of conversation from earlier that morning.

"Yeah, well, the ranch has been in my family for years. My dad semi-retired when my grandfather passed away and Liam, Lynn and Tasha work it, as does Lynn's husband. Liam and his wife Leslie actually live in my grandparents old house thats off of the main place. Lynn and Tasha live in town but they go out during the day." Nick said, "They've also got a few ranch hands to help out with the horses."

Greg hopped off the counter and went over to the sink to rinse the noodles Nick pressed into his hands, dumping them into the waiting strainer, "So it's just a horse ranch then?"

"Yup. They raise and breed them and mama gives riding lessons, now that she's retired, in between watching her grandkids."

"Hmm." Greg said as he sloshed the macaroni around to cool them evenly, "You know, I've never been on a horse."

Nick, who had been on his way to the fridge, paused and looked at Greg over the island, "At all?"

Greg shrugged and shut off the water, leaving the strainer in the sink to drain, "Nope. Well, not unless you count those pony rides."

"I'm sure mama would be glad to teach you. I would, but I can't really teach riding. I've tried." Nick stuck his head in to the open fridge and began pulling out food items, "Do you want onions for that salad?"

"No." Greg said as he dug in a cupboard for a large bowl, "Eli loves tuna salad but he won't eat it if I put onions in it."

Nick slid a jar of mayo across the counter to join the rest of Greg's ingredients that were laid out. His own salad had to wait on the potatoes to cook; Catherine and Warrick were bringing the meat for grilling as well as buns and chips; Sara had offered to make a spaghetti salad and vegetable kabobs; Grissom was bringing brownies for dessert, his mothers recipe, as well as oatmeal cricket cookies. Not that they actually knew about the crickets; Bobby had offered a couple of fruit salads while Archie was bringing a few watermelons; and Brass had decided to contribute a couple of cheesecakes.

With everyone bringing something, they were going to have enough food to feed a small army, which in hindsight was a good thing since just half of them could pack away the food to feed said army.

As Greg prepared his salad, he wondered what to do to keep the kids occupied. He had the volleyball net in the garage as well as croquet set, but Elijah liked to hit everyone else's balls as well as any knees he came in contact with with the mallets so he didn't think that game was a terribly good idea. In fact, while he would still put up the volleyball net, he didn't think that one was a good idea for the kids either. Elijah was sneaky and liked to steal the volleyball which led to exhausting games of chase.

"What are the kids going to do?" He asked, at a loss of ideas. All of the toy's he had were for toddlers and while Jenna could probably handle playing with them, he didn't think they'd hold Lindsey's attention for very long.

"When I talked to Catherine, she mentioned bringing Lindsey's slip and slide since it's warming up quite a bit today, plus any of those games that kids come up with. They'll keep themselves occupied." Nick replied as he stepped up behind Greg. He kissed the back of the neck in front of him before turning to the sink to rinse and peel his potatoes.

"I hope so." Greg said, just as the doorbell rang. He wiped his hands on a towel as he walked to the front door. He wondered a bit about who had arrived since Elijah would just barge right in. Peering through the peephole, he grinned and stood back to open the door.

Bobby, his partner Randy, and Jenna stood there with their arms all loaded down with various things, "Hey Greg. I hope we're not too early." Bobby said, as he stepped into the house.

"Nah, just the first to arrive. You can go drop the stuff off in the fridge." Greg closed the door behind Randy and eyed the extra items brought, "That looks like more than the fruit salads."

Randy shrugged and pushed his glasses up his nose, "Blame Jenna. She said we absolutely had to have Bobby's potatoes." He handed Greg a mesh beach bag that was covered with a beach blanket, "We also brought some squirt guns and water balloons."

Greg laughed and started back towards the kitchen, "Between those and the slip and slide Catherine is bringing, one would think it's July not May."

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Greg dumped another twelve pack of soda into the cooler that was sitting on the built in bench by the back door as he looked around the yard, taking in his friends and co-workers.

He was feeling a bit shocked at how a few of them were acting, compared to how he was used to seeing them at work. Even when he had joined them at the bar those few times, he had usually left to go home to Elijah before he had a chance to see them shed their work 'persona's.'

Sara, for all his flirting with her at work, had always seemed to be a bit aloof towards pretty much everyone except for Grissom and Catherine. Now though, she was running around the huge backyard with Elijah, Lindsey, Jenna and Cameron. Cameron, who was Archie's six-year-old niece, had been feeling pretty insecure about all the new faces until Sara pulled her into the fun.

Sara was sort of herding the kids towards the small fence Greg had put up to edge off the main yard, which was where Grissom and Brass were standing with water guns in hand. They were squirting the children if they came to close to some sort of invisible line that had been set up by the two men. All four kids were soaked to the skin and extremely giddy. None of them had eaten yet, but Greg was betting that as soon as they were full, all four of them would crash hard.

Just as he was about to turn to look away, he saw Sara get into the line of fire in front of Grissom and he cringed at her shriek of surprise. His eyebrow's then shot up to his hairline as Sara grabbed the squirt gun from Brass and began shooting at Grissom. Even the kids had stopped to watch as Grissom took off running, attempting to shoot Sara over his shoulder with poor results.

Sara was fast, but she kept hitting wet patches in the grass, allowing Grissom to get a fair distance ahead of her. He stopped to catch his breath from the laughing and running combination and didn't notice Sara catching up to him or that she had hit another wet spot. She slid right into him and they both went down.

Greg's jaw dropped open as Sara landed on top of Grissom, faces barely inches apart. He then sucked in a breath when they didn't move right away and he began to mentally shout out at them to just kiss already. He was just about to yell it out loud when Sara pulled back and stood up, her wet shirt sticking to her chest and stomach. Greg suddenly wondered if it was wrong of him to be happy that it wasn't a white shirt that she was wearing.

He finally pulled his eyes away from the shocking scene and looked over to the patio at the top of the small incline in the yard. The patio was something Greg had built just after moving out here to help him relax after the almost nervous breakdown he had over Elijah and the woman who birthed his child. It was a hidden hobby of his to design and build things, such as the glass topped trellis over said patio. Even though science was his passion, architecture had come in a close second because of its need for math and proportions.

At the moment, Bobby, who was the only one who knew what Greg had built out of all the backyard hardscapes, was pointing out various details to an attentive Archie and Catherine. Both of them were trying to cajole out of Bobby the name of the builder because it was obvious to anyone looking that he knew.

Nick and Warrick were talking with Randy, who was amusing them with horror stories of the high schoolers he taught. They were standing around the picnic table, watching the kids even as they talked and laughed with each other.

Greg ripped up the box and threw it in the trashcan under the bench and turned around just in time to catch the small body of his son as he barreled down the slopping lawn towards him.

"daddy!" Elijah yelled, the word carried out and bouncy from the uneven path he was running.

Greg held the squirming boy out at arms length in an attempt stay somewhat dry, "What's up sproglet?"

"i 'ungwy."

Greg pulled Elijah close, deciding he really didn't care if he got wet or not when he saw out of his peripheral vision Warrick and Nick starting to set up the slip and slide, which was definitely something he wanted to use later, "I see. Does that mean you want something to eat then?"

Elijah nodded, sending his dripping wet fringe into his eyes, "yeah."

Greg bit his lip. Warrick and Nick were planning on firing up the grill in only a half an hours time, so he didn't want to feed Elijah too much only to have him stuff himself sick once the rest of the food was done, "Tell you what. Why don't I go get some of your grahams to hold you over until the rest of the foods ready. This way your tummy'll stop growling but you'll still be hungry enough to eat with the rest of us."

"k." Elijah said, not really caring one way or the other. He just wanted to eat something.

Greg brought him inside and pulled the box of graham crackers out of a cupboard. He opened it and pulled out a few, handing them to Elijah before putting the box away.

"Hey, is something wrong?"

Greg looked over at the nook, which held the doors that led outside, and smiled when he saw Nick leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets, "Nah. Eli's just getting hungry."

"We could always get the grill going..."

"Greg, where's your bathroom? Cammi is about to pee her pants." Archie asked as he ushered in the bouncing girl ahead of him.

Greg pushed Elijah towards Nick, "Take him back outside and watch him. If he goes to put the grahams on the ground take them from him. I'll take her if you want, Arch."

Archie shook his head, "I sorta have to go too, so..."

Greg nodded and led them to the small half bath that was just off of the main staircase, "You can find your way back, right?" he asked as he pointed to the small powder room. The look Archie gave him had him laughing all the way back outside.

Nick walked up to him and slipped his arm around his waist, "What's so funny, G?"

"Just Archie and...are you sure you should be doing that?" Greg asked, motioning towards the arm wrapped around him, "I mean..."

"Shh, just relax." Nick said, pressing his lips against Greg's ear, "I'm staking my claim."

Greg pulled his head away in order to turn to face Nick, "Excuse me?"

Nick shook his head as a smile started to form on his face, "Sara. She was asking if you were seeing anybody."

"So, you're just going to out us to the whole lab?"

Nick's smile vanished and he looked at Greg, the humor that had been in his voice was suddenly replaced with concern and worry, "Are you okay with that? I know it's a big step but..."

Greg shut Nick up with a kiss, "I was more worried about you than me. You are the one who has to work with them consistently."

"Most of our shift already knows about me. Melody Jenkins, she's the one who Holly Gribbs was eventually brought in to replace, got really pissed off when I dated her boyfriend. I didn't actually know he was dating her, but she outed me when we both found out about each other." Nick replied with a shrug.

"Huh." Greg said, managing to relax into Nick's hold after that information, "The things you learn." he then thought back on what Nick had said, "Sara was asking if I was seeing someone? Is that what you said?"

Nick nodded and ushered him along the open-aired hallway to the patio, dropping his arm to link his fingers with Greg's, "Yeah, although I think it has more to do with Elijah. She's really taken a shine to him."

Greg looked out over the yard and smiled as Sara dug her fingers into Elijah's squirming body, "I'll say and what do you mean Elijah? I'll have you know I'm a prime catch!" Greg said, pulling away from Nick in mock anger.

"I'll say." Nick said, throwing his own words back at him, a leer slowly forming on his face.

Greg gulped and took a step backwards, "Nick...Nick our co-workers are here." When Nick started walking towards him Greg muttered a near silent, "Shit." He whipped around on his heals and started running, heading towards Sara and Elijah, yelling for them to save him.

TBC...

Chapter Five