nickngreg | Matchmakers 2/2 (Reply)

Title: Matchmakers 2/2
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know them, never will.
AN: Yay! Finally getting to the smut! *chuckles* I just wanted to say thank you for everyone's FB and kind words about part 1; it helps feed the bunnies more than you know. *kisses around*

Nick's POV-

After making out with Greg on the couch, I want him so badly. I haven't had a lot of male lovers, but the ones I have had, and even the female ones for that matter, have never made me feel this way. Maybe this could be the start of something that could last…maybe even the one…capital T, capital O. Looking over at Greg, who's standing next to the bed all cute and nervous, I realize I need to make him feel comfortable. I pull in the bow tying the sash of his robe around that slim waist, and when it opens, I can see more of the soft skin that I started to enjoy before. His body is long and lean with a little definition in his pecs and abs, but still looks very much like a teenager. I slide the fine material off of his shoulders, letting it pool on the floor; then take him back into my arms, my hands caressing his back. The soft moan that comes from Greg when my lips begin to suck on his neck is making me harder than I already was, and I just want to rip his pants off and fuck him hard right here, right now. I promised him though, I would take care of him and treat him well, not have his first time be like mine.

"Nick?" Greg's head has fallen back to give me more access to his throat, and I take it, licking his Adam's apple before I head back to that yummy chest and eventually to strip him naked.

"Yeah G?" Kissing my way down the middle of his chest, I swear I can hear his heartbeat in the quiet room combined with his breathing that has sped up.

"Can you…could you…?" I put my hand on his face after his gaze falls away again, bringing it up to look at me. My eyebrow comes up to ask him the silent question, which causes him to smile and he takes another deep breath. "Um…maybe, you can blow me? I would love it if you would." I kiss his cheek and take off my robe so I'm only wearing my pajama bottoms that are going to become very uncomfortable as soon as my lips surround his cock. As I kneel onto the floor in front of Greg, my hands come up to his waist and my thumbs hook in his waistband to peel his pants off. Once the elastic band is down past his crotch, I get my first look at what I've been waiting to see for quite some time. He's pretty hard, probably a combination of excitement and probably a little nervousness, and it slaps up against his stomach. Slowly and gently, I begin to stroke the shaft that is a bit longer and a little thinner than mine. "Yes…. Nicky…. please."

"You like that, babe? You like my hand on you? Well, you're gonna like this even more." Holding the base of his cock, my tongue goes to teasing his tip and with him shaking like this, he's gonna have to sit down before he falls down. When I push on his hip lightly, Greg sits down on the bed, I move his feet a little farther apart and start to lick him again which becomes a suck, taking more of his length in with each bob on him. Feeling his hand on my head, running the fingers through the short strands of my hair, I start to stroke myself inside my pants; but then I stop, I want to save it for when I get naked.

"Nicky… wait..." I pull off of him, letting him fall out of my mouth to see why he wants me to stop. He touches my shoulder and is almost whispering, so I move closer to him. "Fuck me…please?" I lay my hand on his knee and rub it a bit.

"Really? I can do that… but I'll be on the bottom. I don't want to hurt you."

"If you do, I know it won't be on purpose. I want you to do this….please?" How can I resist that face?

"Okay, get up on the bed G. On your hands and knees, close enough so you can hold onto the headboard." He gives me the Greggo smirk, and climbs up on the bed moving to the top. Looking over his shoulder, he watches me as I shed my pajama bottoms, licking his lips hopefully at what he sees. I'm not too shabby in that department, having seen my share before; and from the look on Greg's face he must agree.

"Fuck, you're beautiful, Nicky." Now it's my turn to blush a little; then the pain in my hard cock is reminding me that I need relief and I'm going to be getting it soon, buried deep in that tight virgin ass. I open the overnight bag, get a couple of condoms and the lube…but do I want to use that warming stuff for his first time? Probably not. "Nick, there's a bottle of lube in my bag too." I smile at him reading my mind, looking so incredibly hot while he's sitting on his heels waiting for me; so I walk over to his suitcase and find the bottle of Astroglide. On my way back to the bed, Greg gets back up on his knees and grabs the headboard, sticking that cute little ass out. Tossing the supplies on the bed, I get on it behind Greg and take a deep breath so I don't pass out before I make that little fantasy I've had a few nights come true.

"You ready G…babe?" Those huge brown eyes with the thick sooty lashes are locked onto mine over his shoulder as he nods and gives me a soft smile. The top of the bottle pops off and I pour a small pool into my palm to warm it up so I don't shock him anymore than he's already going to be. "Okay G….I'm going to use my fingers, one at a time with the lube…stretch you out so I don't hurt you, okay?"

"Yeah…okay…" The first finger goes in easily, but his ass muscles are clenching around it…he needs to relax or by the time my dick gets in there it will hurt. Kissing his back then each shoulder while moving the digit in and out of his hole, he's calming down a little, but I think I should say something too.

"Greg…you need to take a deep breath or two and relax. If it hurts, tell me; but there shouldn't be any pain."

"No, it doesn't hurt. It's just weird…never had anything up my ass before. Sorry." I have to chuckle silently…I know what he means. The first time I ever got fucked sober, my partner had to practically have both hands up my ass before I was comfortable with him being inside me.

"Don't be sorry, just relax babe."

"Okay." After a few minutes with one finger, I slip another into him, scissoring them back and forth; and as they go apart, Greg's breathing is starting to come a little shorter. I think things are better, so I gently slip a third and fourth in which causes him to freeze up; I need to fix this.

"Babe? Greg? We still okay? Are you in pain? Do we need more lube?" That sexy blond tipped head shakes back and forth, and then he peers over his shoulder.

"No…Nicky…it's just part of that weird thing, startled me a little. Go ahead, really." Winking at him, the Greggo smirk returns, and my hand moves slowly in him until he's moaning quietly.

Kissing the back of his neck with my fingers still buried in him, I reach over to grab a condom from the nightstand.

"You ready for this Greg? We can still stop; we don't have to do this." His hands reach back, searching for me, and then he begins to rub my hips cautiously.

"No….fuck me Nicky…I want you."

Greg's POV-

I'm ready…I think…it's now or never. His fingers slip out of my ass, and then he takes a tissue to wipe his hands and tear open the wrapper of the condom. Rolling it on, I look at his face; I think he's starting to feel the nerves that I had before, but what is causing it? "Nick?" When our eyes meet, I feel like I'm falling; but I have a feeling that if I did, Nick would be there to catch me.

"Yeah…yeah. Now just breathe and relax. If you want me to stop I will." Slowly, his hand lubes up his latex-covered cock, and he looks like he's might just blow his load before he even gets inside me. Rubbing my side with his clean hand, the lubed hand holds his cock and he scoots up a little more before slowly slipping his tip in between my ass cheeks. Breathing deeply, he pushes a little deeper trying to get in past that ring of muscle. He's going in so slowly and he stretched me well, but fuck it still hurts a little. With each little bit, Nick stops for a second so I can get used to him; and finally, his balls are almost against my ass and his chest against my back. It feels so very odd with him in me, but so very good now that I have adjusted to it. Hot breath in my ear breaks me out of my thoughts. "Tell me when you're ready and I'll move." Okay…how do I know when I'm ready? Well, the pain is gone for the most part…it just feels very full and very right. I guess I am ready as I'm ever gonna be.

"Now is good…" I nod, and he starts to rock his hips slowly. Moving with him, it's starting to feel much better, and in fact it's starting to feel pretty damn fabulous. Holy fuck, his knees spread out and it makes him go that last little bit farther into me. Oh Nicky baby! What's happening to me? My eyes are closed, and I can hear his panting behind me while speeding up the pace that he's thrusting in to me. Just when I think my senses are going to short circuit, Nick's arms come around my waist, and he holds one hand against my stomach with the other grasping my cock, stroking it to match our rhythm.

"Oh G…. Babe…you feel so good, so tight. God…" Kissing my ear, moist warm puffs of air from his mouth are pushing me closer to the edge and soon I'm ready to tumble over the edge. Pushing into me a few more times, the tingling begins…my balls tighten up in my body then I come saying his name and gripping the headboard so hard I think I'm going to leave fingernail marks. The muscles in my ass tighten up around Nick; so after a few more hard thrusts he slams in to me, moaning and bucking, then collapses as he sandwiches me between his body and the head of the bed. We sort of lie there for a few minutes, his arms wrapped around my waist and mine around his, my body humming like nothing I've ever felt before. My eyes are still closed as I try to come back down to earth, and I hear Nicky's voice so soft in the quiet room. "Greg…you okay?" When I nod, he kisses my shoulder before he gently pulls out of me and gets off the bed. Going into the bathroom, he comes back with a bottle of water and a towel. "Hold still for me, Babe." I feel the soft terrycloth over my ass and my cock, then I turn to see him licking off some of my cum from his hand and I want see what it tastes like. Taking his hand, I swipe my tongue over his thumb then let him go. "What was that all about?"

"We look at it on slides all the time at work, and when I've had sex with women, they always say how gross it is to swallow. I wanted to know what the big deal was."

"And…?" I turn around and sit gingerly on the bed, moving a pillow behind my back against the headboard.

"Not that bad…sort of sweet, a little bit salty, you can tell I had garlic bread for dinner." I bust up laughing, and Nick does as well. He grabs another pillow and moves to sit next to me, then after sucking some more off; he wipes the rest with the towel and throws it on the floor when he's done.

"Yeah…I guess you're right." I want to tell him how I feel right now, but there aren't any words to describe it. They talk about girls getting all emotional over their first times, but I think if you have sex with someone you really care about, it's natural to feel something for them afterwards. My hand reaches up and cups his cheek, my thumb beginning to stroke it. Nick takes my wrist in his grip, turns his face and kisses my palm before leaning back into my touch. "I really…really care about you G. Tonight, as much of a surprise as it was, I'm really glad it happened."

"Me too, Nicky. I think I've really cared about you for a while, but never knew how much until I almost lost you." I can feel the tears coming to my eyes, and looking at my friend and new lover, those beautiful brown orbs are swimming as well. Holding my face, Nicky touches those sweet lips against mine, the pressure growing stronger; and I can't help myself as I turn and climb onto his lap so I'm sitting on him. Before I know it, I'm kissing and licking his neck, and almost mimicking what we did over on the couch awhile ago. Seeing him staring back at me with an expression that I can only hope might be affection, all I can do is grin, probably like stupid I'm so happy…and I am pretty sure now that I might love him.

Nick's POV-

While I look at Greg sitting on my lap, I rub his thighs; my voice is barely audible and filled with emotion remembering that night I spent underground.

"I thought of you when I was down there…whether you were helping them look for me. Whether you were scared. Would I ever see that spiky hair and hear your awful records again." Tilting his head to the side while listening to me babble, Greg's hands begin to rub my chest, almost petting it and he chuckles.

"You thought of me? I thought of you too…I couldn't do anything to help you I was so scared." I reach up to brush my fingers through his soft hair.

"But you did, G…you helped them all find and process evidence…helped them find me. Without you, they might have been too late." A little smile comes over his face, and he makes a kind of sniffing noise while starting to play with my nipples. "Hey…you hungry? If we're going to be here all night, I think we're gonna need some fuel." He sort of looks surprised…maybe he thought like I did before we came in here; fuck and flee, but I want to spend the night here with him.

"Yeah…I could eat. What sounds good to you? Before Sara gave me the note to come here, I was going to stop on the way home and get some take out…. something greasy and salty." I have to laugh…that sounds like Greg's type of bedtime snack, and honestly I like them too from time to time.

"How about we just order something fried and a breakfast then share?" He nods then gets off of my lap to get the menu from the desk by the window, and then he comes back to the bed and sits between my legs, his back to my chest. Wrapping my arms around his lean waist and nuzzling his earlobe with my lips, he leans back into me while we decide on some food.

"Nicky?"

"Yeah Babe?" He sets the menu down, and turns his head, his chin resting on his shoulder.

"Do you think…maybe after we eat, we can make love again only…" I think I might know what he's going to ask me, but I play dumb.

"What is it G? You know you can tell me anything." His whole body shifts so his legs are lying on top of my right one, then he takes wraps his arm around my back.

"Maybe…you can be the bottom this time." Kissing his nose while I rub his back, he starts to blush a little again. "I might not be used to the equipment, but I think I can fake my way through."

"Oh, I have no fear you will be just fine. Hey…I have to pee. Why don't I go do that, you order us something good to eat, and then we'll see just how skilled you really are?" He hops off of the bed, picks up the menu and walks over to the phone; and I follow him kissing his shoulder on the way to the bathroom and swatting that cute little butt while he talks to room service.

Greg's POV-

The rest of the other night was the best I've ever had. After our dinner or snack or whatever, we had sex again and it was just as wonderful as the first time. Making love to him was nothing like being with a woman; it was better. This time, we did it with him on his back and his legs wrapped around my waist; and watching him come was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. Before I prepared him, which was a little nerve wracking, I tried to blow him, and I can say that if I thought it was weird tasting my own cum, it wasn't tasting his. It was just another one of those things he had to talk me through because I was afraid I was making a mistake.

In the morning, we showered together and then had breakfast before going to our separate apartments, but I thought about him a lot that whole next day. Also on my mind was what would it be like when we got back to work, especially with Warrick, Sara and Cat? They would have to know that Nick and I spent the night together because they could check the hotel computer for the check out time.

I came into work tonight for my normal shift and I'm now in the break room waiting for my assignment for the evening. Catherine and Warrick walk in from their cases and see me sitting here, him giving me a shit-eating grin before heading out for the evening and her giving me almost a proud mother look like she'd give Lindsey. My face feels like its on fire, all without any of us saying one word to each other. Sara comes in about ten minutes later, and she sits next to me, putting her arm around my shoulders.

"So…you two have fun? Nick wouldn't tell me anything other than he had a good time." I nudge her with my elbow as Grissom walks in, and then back out after his phone rings.

"Yeah…we had a good time. Thanks Sara…for everything." Catherine walks back in for a folder on the table and stops to notice us talking.

"Well…my dear Greg. You certainly seem to be happy this evening. I can assume that the other night was a success?" Both she and Sara laugh when I try to say something but get tongue-tied and finally I blurt out something that I think sounds stupid.

"How did you guys afford all of that? Two rooms and a suite as well as the clothes and overnight stuff? We owe you something for it all."

"No you don't…the clothes except for the pajamas were your own. Those, the rooms and everything else were courtesy of one of the managers at the Mirage. She's an old friend that I used to dance with…. still owes me a few favors. I figured that I would cash one in with her. Besides, she is an incurable romantic and was all for our rendezvous scheme."

"Catherine…I was just telling Sara…thank you, so much for everything." I get up and take her in a bear hug, surprising her I think, but she hugs me back laughing and patting my back.

"We're just happy you two finally got your heads out of your asses about your feelings." My mouth drops open and she puts her hand under my chin to close it. "Oh please Greg….you too have had it bad for each other for a long time and we all knew. We just helped by giving you a kick in the ass to get you together." She pats my shoulder, and starts to walk out of the break room, but stops short before leaving. "Just remember one thing Greg…like I told Nicky…you hurt him, we'll hurt you." She smirks at me then strolls out past Grissom. He watches Cat walk out and looks at us, to which Sara and I give him a blank look, not wanting to give anything away. He adjusts his glasses and looks at the piece of paper in his hands.

"Okay, we're all going to the Mirage, two DB's in a suite, looks like a crime of passion; Greg, this will be good for you, maybe learn something new in there." He continues to blather away about the case, and Sara and I are about to explode laughing about his comments. "Something funny you two? Maybe I'll think it's funny too." He's not mad, just annoyed; he hates to be interrupted. We shake our heads, and he finishes. "Okay. Get your things and let's go." My vest is in my locker, so I run to get it, and I see something taped to the locker door. It's an envelope with nothing on the outside, but when I open it, it's a sheet of stationary from the Mirage and a note in Nick's handwriting, along with a brass key.

'Dear Yin…after the other night, I want us to spend more time together, and since we can't during shift, maybe you'd like to come over for breakfast after you're done with your shift. Don't be afraid to wake me up, that's what the key is for. See you in the morning I hope, Yang.' I reread the note, feeling my stomach melt with the nickname as well as that he wants to see me in the morning.

"Greg! You coming sometime tonight?" Grissom is standing there with his kit, so I shut my locker, quickly shoving the note and the key in my pocket while I pull my vest on and follow Gris to the car. I have to think to myself,

'Yes, Gris, I will be coming…hopefully several times but not until after work'. I chuckle about that a little and how my life has changed in the last few days and will probably continue to change, but only for the better. I think Nick and I need to get our friends a thank you gift….maybe we can talk about it over eggs in the morning.