nickngreg | Matchmakers 1/2

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Title: Matchmakers 1/2
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know them, never will.
AN: This is my first full length fic for the boys and actually, this was supposed to be a baby bunny-sized ficlet. However, it grew into what my friend calls a freaking huge mofo rabbit. Thanks to

redlight25 and

lindros_88girl for their beta and support. Mwah!

Nick's POV-

Where in the hell is Warrick? Normally if we have a night off together, which is rare, we go have dinner...a real dinner at the same time as regular people. Normally we meet at his place or mine, so why in the hell am I meeting him here at the Mirage? He said to wait by the registration desk, and here I am...but where is my best friend? I wonder if he and his girlfriend, a.k.a. the flavor of the month, got in an argument again. When that happens, the whole night is toast for any plans of him doing anything with anyone else but her. Fine, I'll just have some dinner at one of the restaurants here and go home, spend the evening with my best lover, otherwise known as my right hand.

"Mr. Stokes? Nick Stokes?" I turn and see a pretty blond girl standing in front of me with an envelope in her hand. I smile my Nick smile at her, and nod.

"Yeah, I'm Nick Stokes. How did you know?" She puts the envelope on the counter and pushes it towards me.

"Your friend...a hot guy with the light eyes...he left this and a description of you. He was right...you are very handsome." She catches herself and blushes before walking over to help another customer. I chuckle a little at that, and walk away from the counter to open the note. I want to see what that son of a bitch has come up with as an excuse this time. There's a slip of hotel stationary and a room key...a key? Opening the note, I see Warrick's handwriting that I know so well; and read.

'Hey man, sorry about dinner, but this is more important. Sara, Cat and I have had a few talks, and we've decided that after all that happened with the box and everything, you need to find someone to be with and take care of you. Yes...yes you do, so don't even try and argue with me through this piece of paper. We have just the person in mind too and we want to hook the two of you up. Just take this room key and go upstairs...there will be more instructions from there. You'll thank me later, Warrick'

Someone to take care of me? Instructions? What the fuck!? Okay...after being buried alive and spending time in the hospital, all I wanted to do was go home; but when I did go home, I was alone again. Maybe 'rick was right.... I kind of do wish I had someone there to go home to every night. Fuck, I hate it when he's right. I take a deep breath, slip the note into my back pocket and head to the elevators holding the plastic key so tight it's starting to cut into my palm. Maybe this is a bad thing...but I trust Warrick with my life and the girls would only have my best interest in mind, so maybe I'll just go up and if she's ugly or stupid I'll pretend I'm sick and bolt. I already feel queasy, but it's not because it's someone I don't know; I just have this nagging feeling as I walk down the hall and I have no idea why. Okay...I'm here; room 1504. I take another deep breath and slip the key in the lock.

Greg's POV-

I didn't want to work tonight, but since Warrick and Nick are both off, I got called in to help out on what they thought might be something big and important and needed more bodies. I guess swing is better than overnight, I always get to learn from Catherine in a different way than Gris, and it is overtime which has been helping to make up the pay I lost when I left the lab. This building got so empty all of a sudden at 11. Where did everyone go, and where are Gris and Sara? Ah...they're they are, in his office. I wave to them on my way out; and just before my hand hits the door, all of a sudden I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I see Sara with this funny look on her face. Not bad, just a little giddy like...like she has a secret.

"Hey Greg...I'm glad I caught you. I have something for you." Oh man...I worked after my shift 3 days last week because she 'had something for me'. Not tonight; tonight I want to go home, take a shower and eat something greasy and salty in front of the television.

"Sorry Sara...I can't tonight. Get Hodges to do it for you. I'm out of here for the night." As I start to turn and walk away, Sara grabs my arm and pulls me back around.

"No silly…I don't want you to stay and work. I have a surprise for you; something I hope you'll like. It's...well... You'll see when you open this up." She hands me an envelope with my name on it. "But you can't open it until you are in your car and it's started; and no coming back into the building." Okay...I look at the envelope again then up at her.

"But what about..." I want to ask her more about this, but she's gone around the corner again. I look at the white standard business envelope with the handwriting that is Catherine's neat script, and I shove it into my backpack to open when I get to my car.

Walking to my space, my mind is racing as to what could be so important, or so bad that I can't go back when I read it. Once I'm settled in the driver's seat, the mirrors adjusted, motor running and the CD player cranking something with lots of bass, I turn to my pack and pull out the envelope. The seal isn't very tight, so I can slip my finger under it and break it easily. Pulling the paper out, I unfold it and see a letter in Cat's handwriting again.

'Dear Greg...we know you've been working hard with your level one training, as well as helping us out a lot with our stuff too. So Sara, Warrick and I wanted to treat you something special. Along with this, we've also taken it upon ourselves to find you a companion to share it with. Now, before you say anything, you've been on your own for quite sometime, and we worry about you. We think you should have someone to take care of you. So, drive to the Mirage, go to the front desk and ask for a blond woman named Michelle. You'll thank us for this later…. really, you will. Love, Catherine.'

What in the hell? Something "special" sounds good, but a companion? Maybe my luck with women has been a little on the downside for a while, but do I really need my friends to set me up? And are they trying to get me laid? What can it hurt to see what those three have waiting for me? It might turn out to be the night of my life; but then again, it might be an evening of hell. I take a deep breath and put the car in reverse, then head out to towards the Strip and the Mirage.

Nick's POV-

The room is just a standard one with a king-sized bed, TV, table with two chairs, and a bathroom. As I walk a little further into the room, I see an overnight case and there is a note taped to it. Tentatively I open the piece of folded paper, wondering if these are the instructions that Warrick was talking about before. This has Sara's loopy handwriting, a little bigger than 'rick, and I start to read.

'Nicky…If you are reading this, you've taken our direction and come upstairs. Good job! I hope you know that we really care about you and want something good for you. Inside this case are some things for overnight. Change your clothes and relax, then at midnight, go with all your effects through the door to the adjoining room. There will be the person that we think is the yin to your yang. Have a good time, and don't think about anything but fun. Love, Sara.'

Okay...they have all lost it. Yin and yang? Is that supposed to be like my soulmate? I haven't even had a real date in so long; I can't remember what that's like, let alone anything heavy like love and forever. Even then, it's been just a few girls I met on cases or at work, and it was only dinner, a movie or talking then separate cars and separate beds. Setting the note on the bed, I unzip the suitcase and see a shaving kit that I open; it has a toothbrush, paste, a razor, a box of assorted condoms and something I would never have thought I would see...a bottle of KY Warming Liquid. If they have a girl for me, why would they add a bottle of lube? But then again, the warming part could be really fun and who says that it has to be for sex only? With the small leather bag are a clean shirt, some boxers, and a pair of socks...and holy crap! There's also a pair of silk pajama bottoms and a matching robe in a deep ruby red color. Wow…these are beautiful. They must be what I'm supposed to change into then sit and wait for midnight. Looking at my watch, it's already twenty minutes to twelve, so I should probably shower and change, then get ready to meet my mystery lover for the night.

As I soap up under the spray, I wonder who this chick is that they think will be such a savior for me. Maybe she'll be pretty and quiet, we can fuck and then I can come back in here and get some sleep. The thing is... is that I don't know if I really want a girl, but as far as I know only Warrick knows that I swing both ways and it's been a lot more to the Jockey side than I ever have to the Victoria's Secret crowd. I doubt he'd tell Sara and Cat without asking me first, even if we are all like family. Shit, even my real family doesn't know. My soapy hand moves over my cock and balls, and with the nice feeling, the first thing that flashes through my head is a pair of deep dark eyes surrounded by thick lashes. Stroking myself a little, I let my mind take me into the fantasy to see who this is that is capturing my attention while I touch myself. When the smile flashes, I drop the bar of soap; I know who it is. It's the same person that pops in to my dreams sometimes and has the last couple of years…Greg. He doesn't know that I've had a crush, attraction…whatever you call it, for him. Ever since the lab blew up and we could have lost him, I have realized just what he means to me; and that it has been as more than a friend. Turning off the tap, I reach for a towel and try to put that thought of Greggo out of my head. He'd never go for me, he's straight….flirts with everything sporting tits. However, there have been some mixed signals; looks, touches...almost like flirting...but no, Warrick and I do that sometimes and there is nothing between us. Sure, I think 'rick's fucking beautiful, but he's my best friend and almost a brother so I've never thought of him in a sexual way. Never mind, let me just hurry to finish getting ready then let fate and my friends take me by the hand.

Greg's POV-

Alright, I'm here in the lobby and looking for a blond girl named Michelle. There she is, working on a computer….ooh, pretty. I wouldn't mind if she were the companion, except…to be honest, there must be something going on with me lately. Women just don't make me feel the same way they used to. I mean, there were days that Cat would walk around in those little tank tops, Sara would come in to the lab and stand so close to me, or that pretty girl in Trace with the great little body would walk by my lab and BAM! Instant woody. Well not anymore, especially with Sara. I've come to the realization that she is not and never will be interested in me as more than a friend and little brother. Also, no matter who she eventually ends up with in this life, until she meets him, her heart will belong to Grissom; that is just a fact of life.

"Can I help you Sir?"

"Yes. There should be a message for me... Greg Sanders?" A smile comes over her face, and she turns to grab an envelope from a cubby behind her.

"Here you go." I smile at her and start to walk away from the counter.

"Thanks." She smiles back and goes back to her computer, so I start to open the letter with my name on it. There's just a small scrap of paper and a room key…1508. On the note is Sara's handwriting again,

'Have fun! Sara'. I look at the piece of plastic in my hand and I guess since they have gone to all this trouble, I should at least go up and get some sleep. Maybe the girl they've talked into this won't show up…I won't be insulted. I'm so used to the late night solo love, I'm not sure if I remember how to make love to another person anymore.

Just as the elevator doors start to close a guy gets on with me. Dark hair, nice build, square jaw…. looks like Nick from the side. Okay… that just made me feel a little light-headed. I've never been attracted to a guy in the past, let alone a friend; but I have a feeling though if I am into Nick, that this has been going on for a while. When I get to work, I can't wait to talk to him and I loved it when I would get included on cases with him when I was still in the lab. Also, after he was rescued out of that coffin, I sat in my car and cried. Part was relief that my good friend and coworker was saved; but the other was the way it seemed like I just sat back on the sidelines not doing dick to help him. I think that it was that I was so scared that I would never see him again, the pain ripped through my very center, paralyzing me. There's a saying I've heard before…you can't choose who you fall in love with. Maybe I love Nick but if I do, it's not because he's a man or woman, it's because he's Nick.

I slip the key into the lock and open the door to my accommodations for the night, looking around to see if my date is here yet. Nope, just me along with the standard trappings of a hotel room. Smelling myself from my grungy shirt, I should probably clean up a little before this girl gets here. As I throw my pack onto the bed, I see that there's a note taped to the closet. Pulling it down, it's Warrick's handwriting, and there isn't much written there.

'Greg, if you're reading this, you're up here in the room. Good job, man. We're pretty sure you will be happy with this, and we're doing it because you're our buddy and we care. In this closet are some things for overnight; change your clothes then take your bag and go next door at 12:05. There your companion will be waiting for you. Good luck and have fun, man. Warrick.'

When I open the door, there's a small black bag that has a toothbrush and shaving stuff along with condoms and lube. Lube? Well, you never know if she might need it right? Next to this kit are some clothes, probably a change for tomorrow along with something shiny. I reach up to get the pile, and the shiny is silk...dark blue silk. Unfolding it, it's a robe and bottoms to a set of pajamas. So fancy, I guess they want me to look good for this woman. Looking at the clock, it’s a quarter until twelve, let me clean up and put on my jammies before I go next door for what is hopefully a night of fun.

Alright Sara, Warrick and Cat…I look good, smell good, and this silk against my bare ass is making me slightly horny. I have about two minutes until I'm supposed to be next door, but I wonder if they'll know if I get in there a little early. Probably not. I grab my backpack and the bag that was left with the extra clothes and open the door to the other room. It's really nice, must be the living room of a suite; it has a couch, chairs, a wet bar… I toss my bags down on the nearest chair and then turn to shut the door, which isn't very heavy, because it closes with a slam. I wince a little at the sound and start to look over the rest of the living room to pass the time until the mystery woman shows up.

Nick's POV-

It's straight up midnight… I'm all showered, shaved, and look really nice in these pajamas. I guess red is a good color for me; I just don't wear it that often. I shove my other clothes into the suitcase, zip it up, and then open the door to the next room. Walking in, it appears to be a living room and it has a door that goes to the next room as well. I wonder if my room and this one are part of a big suite, but split up when it's not in use. Looking around a little, I see the control panel for the partitions; then I go into the bedroom. It's a little bigger than the one next door. Hm…let's see what the bathroom looks like. I set my bag on the floor next to the bed and go in, seeing a huge sunken tub and glass shower stall, nice fluffy robes, and a whole bunch of girly bath products. I might like to sleep with guys, but I am all man when it comes to everything else about me. I hear the door slam outside in the living room, and a chill runs through me. It's almost like I'm afraid to go out there and see who this is…and another part of me feels bad for sleeping with a stranger; but why? Because I was thinking about Greg in the shower? That is stupid. We're friends; he likes girls and that is all, end of story. Alright Pancho, let's do this.

Walking into the living room from the bedroom, I see a slender frame covered with dark blue pajamas just like mine, and looking at the bookcase next to the television. She must be kind of skinny since she doesn't have much of a shape from the back, but you never know what might be under the robe. Well, here we go.

"Hi. I'm Nick." The back tenses up, and turning around, oh my God! I should have recognized that hair and the slope of the shoulders. Ten feet in front of me, supposedly the candidate to be the love of my life is one of my best friends: Greg. His mouth is hanging open, as I'm sure mine is, and those big brown eyes are wide as saucers, full of shock and fear. I swear I think he's shaking a little bit too.

"Nick? What are you doing here?"

"I'm supposed to be meeting someone that Cat, Sara and Warrick set me up with. What about you, G?"

"I was set up by the three of them too." What? They didn't…that means that Warrick would have had to tell them about me. Oh well, they would have found out sooner or later; but is Greg?

"They said that the person was the yin to my yang…someone to…" Greg walks a little bit towards me.

"Take care of you?" I walk a few steps toward him and nod my head at his question. God, he looks so good in that silk robe. As I wonder what he looks like out of it, he's comes a little closer until he places his palm is on the side of my face.

"I think maybe this was on purpose…and if it was..." I look in to his eyes which still have a little anxiety in them but it seems like it's mixed with a smile and maybe a little bit of lust too.

"What Nick? That this might be a good thing?" When I start to nod at him, his face breaks into that sweet smile I love to see every day when he comes in at the beginning of the overnight shift we used to work together. It's all I can do contain myself, and I have to smile back at him; then before I realize it, he leans in and places his lips ever so softly on mine.

Greg's POV-

Oh. My. God! I'm kissing a man, the man is my friend Nick…and I like it! A laugh goes through my head as I feel pressure added to the kiss from Nick, and out of instinct I wrap my arms around his shoulders. As my hands begin to rub his neck a soft moan comes out of him, and the feel of his hands cupping my ass is starting to make my dick twitch. The need for oxygen makes us break the kiss; but when we do, I look into his eyes and see something I don't think I've ever seen when he looks at me...lust.

"G?" Nick's voice is so soft, and his arms are resting on the small of my back. Glancing up into those big dark eyes again, I have to smile, which brings out that million dollar Stokes grin.

"Hi." We both dissolve into a fit of giggles and I kiss him once more before he leads me to sit on the couch. "So..." I'm not sure what to say here and I've never had that problem with him before; it's only been with girls, like Sara. Oh god...that means I am falling for Nick. News flash Sanders…you've been falling for him for months, you just needed something to push you through that door to the other side.

"So…where do we go from here, G?" Where do I want it to go? I think I know…. especially with Nick's hand on my knee and a gaze of longing in those deep brown eyes. I think I want it to go wherever he goes…have him hold my hand and let me know what it's like to make love with him.

"Where do you want to go Nicky? Because I'll follow you anywhere." A little shock and surprise has come over his face, but as I see it sink in, it becomes that beautiful smile again. Nick's hands come up to cup my face and kisses me once again, building in intensity until he pushes me onto my back and I'm lying under him on the couch. As we continue to make out, his hands begin to rub up and down my sides; then my hands tentatively creep up to his ass. Gently massaging the firm globes, Nick begins to move his crotch against mine...so slowly, and it's making me harder with every swivel of his hips. That must be something he can feel, because I can feel his erection growing against my thigh as his lips move from my mouth to my neck. My silk robe is opened and with each touch of his mouth to my flesh, I feel like my body is on fire; a feeling that I've never felt with anyone else before. "Oh God...Nicky..." His head pulls up for just a few seconds before his tongue is licking my left nipple, hardening it and sending a bolt of pleasure deep into my core.

"You're so sexy, G...I've dreamed of this for a long time. Your body...what it looks like under your clothes, the taste. I guess all that flirting has finally paid off, huh?" As he moves to the other side of my chest, it's all I can do to nod and smile at the man I never dreamed that I'd feel this way about; but somehow I get my words together.

"Yeah...I think so." I let out a little chuckle. "I just never realized before that it was going to affect me like this. Please touch me Nicky…show me what it feels like to be with you." After a few licks of my belly button, a warm hand comes up to cup my cock and balls causing me to close my eyes and suck in my breath. A second later, a warm breath is above my face again.

"Greg...Babe? You okay with this?" My eyes open to see on Nick the face I see when he's working on really emotional cases, filled with worry and concern. I nod to him, trying to ease his mind as well as my own, because I think I know what is next and it's scaring the hell out of me. Not that Nick will hurt me if we have sex, but that I have never had sex with a man….never even thought about it. I know how it's done, I've had lots of gay friends...but never actually been a part of it, watching or doing.

"Yeah, Nick...I'm okay. You'll just...just..." Why can't I get this out? He's making me so nervous and it’s not his fault. For all I know he's a virgin with men too.

"What is it? It's okay; you can tell me anything. That’s the good thing about us being friends first." I take a deep breath and spill my guts.

"I've never done this before…been with a guy, kissed or slept with one. I'm just...a little nervous and scared and..." I feel my face on fire, my hand coming up to cover my eyes so I don't see the mocking or disgust on Nick's face. My hand is pulled away by the wrist, then the palm is kissed and placed on Nick's chest. When I open one eye and see his smile as he's sitting up on my lap, I start to relax a little.

"Greg...it's okay. My first time was that way too, and I was drunk out of my gourd. I really care about you and would never do anything to hurt you. You mean too much to me to make light of this. We'll go as far and as fast as you want...you can lead the way; your wish is my command tonight. I just like being with you this way." I think I'm blushing again, but it's from his words, making me feel so sexy and happy. I try to sit up, which causes Nick to stand up from the couch; his hand out to me. Taking it and getting up, he kisses me once more before leading me to the bedroom and the bed, which has already been turned down. We're gonna do this…we're going to have sex; I'm ready and I want him.

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Oohh this is fun. I like you're take on Nick and Greg and the feelings and the sexuality. Works just about right.

And its getting pretty steamy.

Can't wait for you to finish it!

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