Halloween Party (Part 3)

[burrollie.livejournal.com]

Fandom:  CSI
Parings:  Nick Stokes/Greg Sanders
Rating:  NC-17
Warnings:  Strong Language and Sexual Content
Spoilers:  None
Summary:  Greg convinces Nick to dress up for Halloween and things don’t go according as planned…
Disclaimer:  I don’t own, but wish I did J
Beta'd by the wonderful cristine_hazelx    

Part1  Part2

Nick wanted to scream. He wanted to run and hide. Never in his life had he been caught in such an embarrassing situation. And masturbating of all things! ‘Shit!’  Here he stood in Catherine’s bathroom, pants around his thighs, his hand fisting his cock and Greg staring at him with his mouth open.

“Nick, I’m sorry. The door wasn’t locked. Fuck, I’ll just go and…” Greg was turning to leave but paused. “Wait… you said my name. You said I did something…” The younger man faltered. “Dude, are you jerking off to me?” Greg stood behind him looking directly into the mirror, meeting the Texan’s eyes. Nick couldn’t read the expression in Greg’s beautiful, dark eyes.

“G, I’m sorry. I wasn’t .…” The older man just stared into the mirror at Greg then slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again he wished Greg to be gone.

“Nicky.” Greg slowly reached out and turned the Texan to face him. Nick was mortified. He was still standing with his hand around his cock, and there was nothing he could say or do to hide this fact from Greg.

“Greg, I….” Greg was only inches away from him. He could feel the heat radiating off of the slender man’s body only making his temperature rise more, if that was even possible.

“Tell me.” Greg whispered so low Nick barely heard him. He entered the small room further, slowly closing the door behind him.

“Greg please leave. Just leave me alone.” Nick was beginning to panic. He could feel his heart rate increasing with every passing second. This was not how this evening was supposed to go. If he and Greg were anywhere else, maybe, but fuck, they were in Catherine’s bathroom.  All of their ...'his' ...friends were just on the other side of the door.  'There is no fucking way.  Greg, just please, please leave'. 

 “Tell me Nicky.”

“Tell you what G?” On top of everything, Nick was now becoming a little agitated. ‘Why won’t you just leave Greg?’. He couldn’t be anymore humiliated and just needed Greg to turn around and walk out of the bathroom.

When he first left Greg’s apartment with him, he was sure tonight would be the night that he would tell the younger man how he felt. He didn’t expect for Greg to be ‘seeing’ how he felt. All night he was imagining how this evening would end. This was NOT it. Now, all he wanted was to go home and forget this evening ever happened.

“Nick please.” Greg was still whispering.

“What Greg? What do you want me to tell you? You want me to tell you that, yes, I was thinking of you while I was hiding in here jerking off? You want me to tell you that I’ve been walking around with half a hard on since I first saw you in that fucking skirt? You want to hear about how I think of us being more than friends?” The Texan was quietly shouting under his breath, and he could feel the tears starting to form in his eyes. He’d already endured enough embarrassment tonight and didn’t need anymore by drawing attention to Catherine’s bathroom.

Nick heard the distinctive sound of a lock clicking. Greg must have reached behind himself to lock the door because the older man hadn’t felt him move. He was still leaning dangerously close to Nick, who was now practically sitting on the edge of vanity.

“It’s OK, Nicky. Me too.” Nick felt the younger man’s thumb wipe the stray tear that fell from his eye. Then he felt Greg’s other hand slowly take hold of his hand, the hand he still had wrapped around his cock.

‘Don’t touch me Greg, please. Not here.’  Nick was beginning to panic. He began feeling pain in chest. His breathing was getting faster, and his face felt hot but not from embarrassment. He knew if he didn’t take control of the situation he was going to start hyperventilating and have a full blown anxiety attack.

What he did next not only surprised Greg, but Nick himself. It was like he had lost all control of his emotions and self control and became someone else. Someone even he didn’t recognize. He no longer could feel himself in his own body but felt like a spectator standing on the sidelines, watching events unfold that he had no control over.

“What the fuck are you doing Greg?” Nick was now full of raw emotion and rage. He was shouting so loudly and so close to Greg’s face that the younger man could feel him spitting with every word.

“I am NOT a faggot. Get the fuck away from me!” Nick couldn’t stop himself. He felt out of control. He was so confused. He had feelings for Greg. He KNEW he did. Christ, Greg was his best friend. ‘God, why am I shouting at him? Make me stop!’

Before Greg could even register what was happening, he found himself being pushed so hard that he hit the back of his head on the bathroom door. ‘Oh my God, G. I’m sorry!’

Nick now had both of his hands fisting his best friend’s once pretty pink tee shirt. He was right in Greg’s face and could see clearly see the pain, confusion and what? Fear? Was that fear in the younger man’s eyes? Nick stilled for a brief second. He knew there was no way he would ever purposely, physically harm Greg. He needed to get his self control back. He released his hold on the younger man’s shirt and gave him one more little push back.

“Just don’t ever touch me again”, he said a little more quietly. Nick turned away putting his now flaccid cock back into his pants and zipping them closed. The Texan stood with both hands on the sink in front of him with his shoulders slumped and his head down. He didn’t want to see the expression on Greg’s face in the mirror.

“Nick, I’m ….sorry.” Greg had to strain just to find his voice. He knew he was still standing, but his body felt as if it were falling. “You’re my best ….friend. I don’t .…know man, I ….I just thought” Greg‘s voice was becoming more strained with each word. “I thought….something more was ….was happening between us .…even before ….tonight.”

“Nick …” Nick didn’t even need to look up at Greg to know there was something terribly wrong. He knew he was treating his best friend like shit. Knew he probably hurt his pride and even his emotions. Nick was sure he destroyed whatever trust Greg once had in him.

But this was different. The sound of the younger man’s voice was not one of a man pleading for forgiveness for just walking in on his masturbating best friend. It was the sound of a wounded man. Not wounded emotionally, but wounded physically.

Nick turned around just as Greg’s world went black. He caught the slender man just before his limp body hit the bathroom floor. ‘NO, NO, NO!’

“Greg! Greg wake up. Can you hear me?” Nick was on his knees now, holding Greg’s head in his lap. “G, please. Oh God, make him wake up!”

Within seconds there was a loud pounding on the door.

“Nick, open the door.” It was Warrick, a very angry sounding Warrick, but Nick couldn’t focus on what he was saying. All of his attention was still on the man laying lifeless in his arms.

“Nick, I could here you yelling from outside. Now open the fucking door before I kick it in.” This time Warrick got the Texan’s attention. Nick carefully moved Greg away from the door and stood up to unlock it. The second he did the angry CSI was through the door. What met his eyes was Greg lying unconscious on the floor with Nick standing over top of him.

“What the hell happened in here?” He could hear the anger and concern in Warrick’s voice, but wasn’t able to form an answer. He was still too stunned at the sudden turn of events and didn’t even know what happened himself. How could he explain it to another person?

“Oh my God, Nick. He’s unconscious. Call 911!” The CSI was removing the wig and placing towels under Greg’s head. He was attempting to stop the bleeding coming from the gash on the back of his head. Apparently, he was pushed hard enough into the bathroom door to cause injury.

‘Shit! What the hell did I do?’  Nick couldn't believe what he was seeing.

When Warrick turned around, Nick was still standing there, just staring down at them.

“Nick. Go call 911. Now!” Just then Catherine and Sara came into the bathroom.

“Cath, he’s bleeding. He’s unconscious. Call 911.” Warrick could see Nick wasn’t handling whatever happened in here between him and the younger CSI well.

“What did you do to him, Nick?” Sara was instantly in the Texan’s face. Catherine had to pull her back before she hit him. 

Nick couldn’t think any longer. He needed air. He needed to be away from everyone. He stepped back and let his co-workers take care of Greg. He needed to get away from here. 

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He stood outside and watched as the ambulance drove Greg away from him. From behind, he felt a hand gripping his shoulder. It was Warrick.

“Come on man, I’ll drive you to the hospital. You can tell me what happened on the way.”

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This was not how the evening was supposed to go. Nick went from being happy, to excited, to flirtatious, to embarrassed, to humiliated, to angry, to totally and absolutely fucking scared.

The Halloween Party was definitely over….

A/N:  Oh no! Poor Greggo! Next chapter up soon, please review.

Comments

[lady-sallie.livejournal.com]

IS it soon yet? Please can it be soon NOW?!

[burrollie.livejournal.com]

Patience my dear, patience. Nick just needs a day or two to gather his thoughts before he talks to Greg :) Thanks for reading!

[burrollie.livejournal.com]

Ha! Please don't blame me for your lack of sleep, blame Nick! Anyway, it was only 1045pm my time when you posted the comment, not 4am :D I'm so happy you're enjoying the story. And SOON will be soon, I promise! I hope your interview went well :) Thanks again for reading!

[burrollie.livejournal.com]

Congrats! I hope you'll still have time to continue with your story and being a mod. I'm enjoying your story and the contributions you put into this community. You make it very enjoyable!

[hiddenmuse.livejournal.com]

Yay! Congrats on getting the job! :-)

[hiddenmuse.livejournal.com]

Poor Greggo :-(

Dear Nick Stokes - I am going to bitchslap you for hurting Greg.... You never fuck with a fag hag, Nicky. ;-)

Hopefully the next chapter will be happier!!

[burrollie.livejournal.com]

Phew...At first I thought you were giving me a virtual bitch slap ;) If I were Nick, I would definitely stay clear of you for a while :) I 'm certain you'll be happy with him again really soon! Thanks for reading!

[hiddenmuse.livejournal.com]

Oh no, never!! You, m'dear are awesome! And I can't wait to read more! (Nick shouldn't be afraid - I'm so much more bark than bite ... Lol)

[riku-rocks.livejournal.com]

Once Nick started feeling the whole 'out of body' bit, he really should have known there were only two probably outcomes...too bad he didn't just run away. I liked Warrick and Sara's reactions to the situation.

[burrollie.livejournal.com]

This is true. But if he just ran away we wouldn't have much drama now, would we? And I LOVE the drama! Warrick and Sara both have a bit more to say on the matter. They're so protective over poor Greggo. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

[riku-rocks.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose Greg could misunderstand or go after him, but that wouldn't be quite as unique, would it? Oh, I imagine they do, but their initial reactions were very fitting, in my opinion. In the meantime, poor Greggo is likely to be ogled and mocked by EMTs, nurses, and doctors while Nick has to face thier friends and his conscious. I'm looking forward to reading it!

[ebonyfeather.livejournal.com]

Noooo! At first I thought 'yay, happy fic' and then came Nick's freak-out and poor Greg...

Can't wait for the next chapter!

[burrollie.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. When it was first just a one-shot it was a happy fic. Then my muse had to put it's two cents into it and now look what this fic's become... ;p) I'm glad you're enjoying story!