nickngreg | Halloween Party Part 2 (Reply)

Fandom: CSI
Pairings: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Slash, Stong Language, Stong Sexual Content
Spoilers: None
Summary: Greg convinces Nick to dress up for Halloween...
Disclaimer: I don’t own, but wish I did J

A/N: Halloween Party - Part 2 was written because because rusty_the_train and Janet1982 at ff asked for it :D. Wow, and then I was surprised that more fans wanted me to continue this fic. So, here I go. I’ll continue to update if everyone wants me to. But remember, this is my first fic. J

I wasn’t planning on writing a follow-up fic, but here is my attempt. This fic picks up from where Halloween_Party ended and would probably make more sense if you read that one first.

Unbata'd...all mistakes are mine.

Nick was feeling a little self conscious . He wasn’t used to wearing tight leather pants and having so much of his upper body exposed for all the world to see. Actually, when he thought about it, not much of his chest was being exposed to anyone because Greg had decided to attach himself to the side of Nick’s body and keep his hands roaming all over his chest and back, which left little of Nick’s skin available for public viewing. He still couldn’t believe that he let Greg talk him into these Halloween Costumes.

Greg, on the other hand, had no shame. He was definitely playing the part of Nick’s biker bitch. He gave an evil look to any female who stared at Nick to long, and even the men that gave Nick a second glance got the evil eye.

And that mouth. That filthy little mouth that would whisper dirty words in his ear or throw out foal comments during a seemingly normal conversation because he was just trying to stay “in character” as Greg told him. Greg was playing his part so naturally that you would have thought he actually believed himself to be Nick’s girlfriend. Nick knew it was all an act. Still, it felt good to be able to touch Greg and be touched in return without having to worry about what others would think. ‘Because it’s just an act and part of the character’s personality’ he had to keep reminding himself.

When they had first arrived at Catherine’s Halloween party, Nick and Greg presented themselves as a ‘couple’. As ‘Biker Dude and his loyal Biker Bitch girlfriend’, and everyone laughed and complimented them on their choice of Halloween costumes. Nick dressed in tight leather pants, an open leather vest and chest full of tattoos. He remembered how giddy he felt, like a teenager, when he looked in the mirror and found that Greg had put a tattoo on his right arm of a heart with ‘N + G’ written inside of it. And then there was Greg‘s outfit. Gorgeous, smutty looking Greg with his barely legal short skirt, high heeled boots, a tee shirt that looked like it should fit a ten year old and make up. Greg’s lips were painted cherry red. Nick licked his own lips wondering if Greg’s tasted as good as they looked.

“Damn, Sanders!” Warrick gave him an appreciative whistle while eyeing him up and down. “If I didn’t know it was you under that skirt I’d be giving Nicky boy here some competition.” He said jokingly. Nick subconsciously took a step closer to Greg. For some reason he needed to claim Greg as his own, even if it was just a joke.

“Hey, lay off him man. He…she…he’s…with me.” Nick began to feel a little uncomfortable. This did not go unnoticed by Warrick or Catherine. “Calm down man it was just a joke. They way you’re being all protective over Sanders you would think the two of you were a real couple.” Nick paled at the comment. Warrick noticed and continued his banter. “You aren’t really a couple are you?” Nick just wanted to change the conversation.

Luckily, Greg noticed. “So Warrick, Catherine, what are you guys supposed to be?” Catherine proudly announced that she was a hooker and that Warrick was her pimp. ‘Way to be original’ Greg thought.

Nick and Greg attached themselves to each other during most of the party. This didn’t go unnoticed by the other party goers. Archie and Henry made a bet that they were secretly having a relationship, and Mandy and Sara just thought it was hot, really hot. There’s nothing like two gorgeous guys going at it. Of course, Nick and Greg had no clue as to what the other’s were thinking.

The party was fun and Nick was finally relaxing a little and enjoying the evening. They had eaten good food, mingled with great friends, laughed and danced with each other.

Dancing. That is where Nick found himself at this very moment. In the middle of Catherine’s living room, dancing to a not so familiar slow song, with Greg pressed tightly up against his body. Greg had one arm around Nick’s neck and the other pressed flat against his chest. His head was lying on Nick’s shoulder with his mouth so close to Nick’s neck he could feel every breath he was taking. Nick had both of his hands firmly placed on Greg’s hips and they were swaying to the music so effortlessly that one would assume they had danced like this a thousand times before. But they hadn’t. Nick had never danced with Greg, or any other man for that matter, ever in his life. Hell, if Nick were honest with himself he couldn’t even remember dancing with a female like this. They just fit so perfectly. Nick was still feeling a little self conscience though. He found himself looking around the room several times during the song just to find that no one was looking at them. No one was paying them any attention. Relaxing a little, he smiled to himself and pulled Greg closer.

‘Man, he smells good.’
Nick hummed as he let out a deep breath and smiled as he felt Greg’s hand around his neck tighten. Nick wrapped his arms a little more possessively around Greg’s hips in response. ’God, he feels so good. So fucking good. Just keep moving like that baby. Love you…..shit. Shit, shit, shit!!! What the hell is happening? Nick panicked.. He could feel Greg lightly grinding his hips against his own and he knew he would not be able to hide his erection if Greg kept doing that. Nick was fairly certain that Greg wasn’t even aware of what he was doing., or what effect he was having on him. ‘Think Nick, think!’

“Hey.” Nick attempted to get Greg’s attention. He needed to put a little distance between himself and Greg. More specifically, he needed to distance his erection from Greg’s skirt.

“Greg.” Nick said his name a little louder to get his attention. Apparently, Greg had been so lost in the song and dance that he didn’t realize Nick was talking to him.

“Greg, I need to use the bathroom.” He tried again. Nick could feel Greg’s breath against his neck. He could feel Greg’s lips forming a smile and then…‘wait…did Greg just kiss me?’

“Sure thing man. I’ll go grab you another beer and meet you outside. I think everyone is out there checking out Catherine’s spooky Halloween light display.” And just like that Greg turned and walked away.

Nick made his way to the bathroom as calmly as he could. Or, at least, as calmly as he could while attempting to hide his erection from anyone who wasn’t outside with the rest of the party goers. Once safely inside the small room, he stared at himself in the mirror for several minutes trying to get his breathing under control.

“What the fuck is he doing to me?” Nick asked his reflection. He tried taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself. He needed his erection to go down before he could go back outside and join the party. ’Shit.’ Nick thought to himself. ‘This isn’t working‘. He tried throwing cold water on his face but that didn’t help either.

‘There is no fucking way I’m jerking off in Catherine’s bathroom.’ Nick thought to himself as he started unzipping the front of his pants. Nick pushed the leather pants down just far enough so the he could release his erection from it’s confine. The first touch of his own hand made his cock jump and he knew this just wasn’t going to go away on it‘s own. He would have to take care of this matter himself, and fast, before Greg started to wonder what happened to him. Nick brought his hand to his mouth and licked the center of his palm before returning it to his cock. He began to jerk off like no body’s business. He pictured Greg in his Halloween costume. Tried to picture what was under that short leather skirt and that tight pink top. He pictured Greg’s long legs, still wearing those high heeled boots, wrapped around his waist while he fucked him up against a wall. The sight was beautiful, but he still couldn’t bring himself off fast enough.

“Damn it Greg! You did this to me, now you should fix it.” Nick said breathlessly as he continued to tug, pull and twist his cock the way only he knew how, to get himself off as quickly as he could.

“Fix what?” Nick looked up into the mirror, horrified, to find Greg standing in the doorway with a confused look on his face.

TBC….