"Letting Go"
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nickngreg"Letting Go"
By Kristen999
Nick/Greg
Summary: Shooting ranges and massage therapy.
Notes: I wrote this for Shacky. She wanted a Nick and Greg storyline. She wanted drunk fic,but my muse went with angst instead. See I take requests, but only with my own brand of darkness. I'm still new with slash. Hope everyone else enjoys this. Not betaed. All feedback welcomed.
This is also for Lament,Michigangirl30, and Serenity151979
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Greg Sanders put on the strange pair of headphones. They were heavy and clumsy feeling. Hell, they weren't even meant for music. He wore the orange monstrosity to protect his hearing. He adjusted them, so they would fit more snugly. Then he opened the door and wandered over to the shooting range. It was very early in the morning, the area was eerily deserted, except for one single aisle. The muffled sounds of a weapon being fired, vibrated in Greg's head. It felt like he was under the ocean. All the damaging sounds muted for the most part.
Greg leaned against the wall as he watched the other criminalist take aim. Nick Stokes was intensely focused at the target a few hundred feet away. He stood there, his feet slightly apart. Greg let his eyes soak in the image of the man in front of him. Nick must have been here practicing for quite some time. His gray T-shirt clung to him, sweat soaked down his back and around the tops of his arms. The ex-tech saw the Texan's left side profile, drops of perspiration dotted the side of his head and rolled down his neck. Greg smiled as he admired that strong jawline, and the man's 5 o'clock shadow. Greg studied the CSI's well tones arms, veins bulging out, his shirt untucked from his tight blue jeans.
Nick held his service weapon steady as the gun vibrated from another round of shots. The Glock clicked empty when it ran out of ammo. The rookie counted too many shell casings that littered the ground around Nick's boots. Knowing it was safe to approach him without startling the criminalist, Greg stood next to him. He could tell Nick sensed his approach. He turned his head, and gave him a weary smile. It was obvious that the other man was suffering from something. Nick didn't take to the firing range very often to release anger.
"Hey." Greg said casually.
"Hey." Nick repeated, as he slid his ear protection to around his neck.
The ex-tech nodded towards the gun. "I heard you and Warrick had a rough night?" Greg said, hiding his worry.
Nick looked at the ground. That was never a good sign. He shrugged his shoulders. "We were talking to a witness who took to bolting through a rough part of town. Some of the regular crowd didn't take too kindly to us chasing him down."
Greg didn't like the sound of this story. "You guys went after him?" It wasn't an accusation....well not a full blow one.
Nick stared at the younger man and shook his head. "It was reflex. We went after him. There wasn't much danger."
Nick checked his weapon, and carefully clicked the safety back on. When he slid the gun back to the holder clipped to his hip, he winced ever so slightly. Greg noticed the awkwardness. His eyes wandered back to Nick's face. He didn't verbally ask him anything. However, the need for an answer was clearly indicated in his expression. Nick sighed.
"We sprinted down half a neighborhood, dodging dumpsters, trash cans, and hopping two fences. My foot got caught on top rung of the last one and I kind of fell the rest of the way to the pavement." Nick made an unidentifiable noise, one that indicated his frustration. "I waved Warrick on and caught up to him a few moments later.
Greg raised an eyebrow. "You all right?"
Nick started to exit the range, the other man closely behind him. Both criminalists checked in their equipment. Nick's movements were sluggish. Greg watch his every motion.
"I pulled a muscle in my lower back." Nick complained, a tiny whine in his voice.
It was clear that Nick Stokes wasn't overly concerned about the implications of the chase. That he and Warrick went after a witness, something that criminalists were not supposed to do in most situations without an officer present. Obviously the situation at the time did not warrant one, but that changed apparently. Normally Greg would chastise Nick for doing something so reckless. Warrick was involved, which always brought out the testosterone and competitiveness out of Nick. Those two partners often fed off each other.
Greg shook his head as they made their way through the police station and outside to the parking lot. Nick favored his right side, obviously in some amount of pain. Something was off about Nick's story. He was leaving a part out. If he was trying this hard to avoid it, and in fact felt inclined to go practice his shooting skills, than something took place that he didn't want to burden the ex-tech with.
Greg sometimes felt that Nick's need to protect him was very sweet, if not annoying many times. Greg decided that he would find out what happened last night, but he'd get the information out in another way. Sometimes a little misdirection was all it took. Since the other man was going through so much trouble to be evasive.
"Let's go to my place." Greg said, as the reached their respected vehicles.
Nick squinted in confusion. His townhouse was closer, but he nodded in a positive manner. If the other CSI was so quick to accept the longer drive, then that sent Greg's radar on overload. Nick always preferred his place.
The newest criminalist put his keys in the ignition and both men drove over to his condo.
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Both CSI's went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. Nick was quiet as he shuffled into the living room.
"I'm going to catch a quick shower," he said off handedly.
"Good. Use a lot of hot water, but don't dry off too much." Greg instructed him.
Nick turned his head before he disappeared into he bathroom, his eyebrow raised at the last remark. He moved his lips to protest the suggestion, but Greg cut him off.
"Don't argue with me, dude. My house. My rules." He explained in the most simple terms, but there was a glint in his eye.
Nick still looked like he wanted to argue, when Greg waved him away. "Go. Lots of hot water and steam.... Now. Only come out in a towel though."
"G..." Nick protested.
Greg tried not to looked offended at the implications of his complaint, but wandered over and pushed the other man towards the shower. "Just trust me." Greg allowed a large grin.
Nick rolled his eyes. "I'm real tired, man." He complained as he stripped off his T-shirt and began to unbuckle his belt.
Greg feigned ignorance. "You sound just like an ex-girl friend of mine."
That earned him a glare and Greg snorted as he closed the bathroom door. He waited for the sound of the water running before he dashed into his bedroom to start his plans.
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The sound of the water stopped after a solid twenty minutes. The condo felt slightly stuffy from the rise in temperature. Greg smiled, knowing that a lot the of very hot water might be good for Nick's back. The Texan finally emerged from the bathroom, the door opening, was a signal that he was looking for him.
"Greg?"
The ex-tech heard him his name being called, but he knew that Nick would have no choice but to look for him in the bedroom. Sure enough the CSI walked in, a dark blue fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. He stood there as he glanced around at all the lit candles that were placed around the room. Nick's eyes wandered from the bed back to the younger man.
"Greg, this is sweet and all, but----"
Greg stood there in a black T-shirt and black boxers. He shook his head. "Its not what you think. Go lay down on your stomach," he ordered.
Nick laughed. "You really enjoy acting all in charge don't ya?"
Greg didn't answer, he was too memorized by Nick's gorgeous body. It was difficult to keep his urges under control for now. Nick's dark hair was toweled dried, and it stood out in many different directions. His bemused expression, made him look so adorable. However, Greg continued to oogle at Nick's bare chest. His flesh was moist, water droplets rolled down every part of him from his shower.
Nick Stokes was all lean muscle. His chiseled chest and abs, would make any normal man jealous. As well as his nicely defined thighs and calf's
from running and swimming. He smiled when he caught Greg staring at his him. The ex-tech had a nice work out routine that he followed to keep himself in shape, but he was a bit more wiry than the other man.
"Are you just going to stand there?" Greg challenged him.
Nick shook his head. He did what he was told and plopped down on the bed. The bedspread and sheets had been tossed aside and Nick rested his face on one of the pillows.
Greg grabbed a bottle of lotion off the desk of drawers and applied a liberal amount of the pink liquid. The scent of strawberries wafted through the air. He straddled the other man as he sat on Nick's ass. The other man chuckled.
"What are you doing, man?" His voice muffled by the pillow.
"Giving you a massage. Now be quiet and enjoy it." Greg ordered, as he applied the warm substance to the middle of Nick's back.
Nick shivered for a second as a sense of warmth spread from the middle of his back then up his spine and around his shoulder blades. Greg kneaded the muscles there, using his thumbs to dig around all the tight areas. The slippery liquid coated his flesh and Greg dug deep trying to loosen up the sore areas.
Nick felt thumbs mead into his flesh, the odd warmth sunk into his muscles. Then he felt Greg's nimble fingers along his spine. His skin felt invigorated and the smell of berries invaded his senses.
"W-what is that stuff?" He asked.
Greg smiled as he used the bones in his wrist to dig deeper into Nick's shoulders, the flesh soaking in the properties of the liquid. "Its heat sensitive, massage lotion."
Greg could hear a muffled noise of confusion, and he smiled broadly. "It reacts to body heat.....all kinds."
The younger CSI began to blow his breath all over the sticky substance. This caused the man beneath him to groan softly when the massage lotion, warmed up, and relaxed his back. Greg started at the edge of the towel and blew all along Nick's spine. The other man reacted when he arched up his back ever so slightly. Greg began to lightly touch his fingers along all Nick's flesh. The lighter the touch, the more sensitive, the other person was to it.
Greg could hear, Nick's soft moan of happiness. Greg began to concentrate on Nick's neck, rubbing and blowing his breath to activate the lotion. Then he went to the next step and licked the sweet tasting liquid around Nicks' throat. He swept his tongue along Nick's jaw and back up to his ears. He ran his finger tips along Nick's neck as he grabbed his left earlobe and began to suck and nibble on it.
The other man, growled in response. "God."
Greg ran his thumbs up and down Nick's back and then slide off him. "Flip over."
No wise cracks. Nick did as he was told. Greg applied more lotion to his palm and ran it across Nick's pecks. He rubbed his fingers, massaging the muscles there gently. Nick kept his eyes open, following the movements. Greg used his finger tips to spread the lotion down and around both Nick's nipples.
Nick closed his eyes tightly, a small moan escaping his lips. Greg traced small circles around Nick's left nipple with his finger till it hardened. The ex-tech knew how sensitive an area this was for the other man and bent down to blow on it.
Nick's nipple was engulfed by a fuzzy warmth and he smiled, but it was soon followed by a swipe of a tongue. Nick groaned, his hands balled into fists as Greg went to work on it. He felt his nipple adored by Greg's tongue. It was sucked and nibbled upon and the sensation was amplified by the massage oil. Greg began to rub his fingers on Nick's right nipple, as his left one was ravaged by Greg's wet mouth.
His body was sent on overload. Waves of pleasure ripped though him. Nick was easily aroused when his nipples were concerned, but this was a whole new wave of sensory assault. He writhed around on the bed, as he tried to lay still. Another part of Nick's body had been awakened a while ago, but the towel hid his erection. His cock was at full attention.
Greg began to rub the lotion over Nick's belly, the lotion dripping down his sides. The oil was soon followed by Greg's tongue as it licked and kissed down to Nick's navel. He kept his fingers playing and toying with Nick's pecks. His ran his tongue down Nick's stomach. The other man groaned with extreme pleasure.
Greg scooted down on the bed, and unwrapped the towel, revealing Nick's hard penis. Greg ran his fingers below Nick's navel, and through his pubic hairs. The younger man's expression became devilish and he applied more oil along his fingers and rubbed it slightly along Nick's length.
Nick's entire body tingled from the oil, his chest was still taking in the phantom touch of Greg's lips and fingers. "Good, God, " he moaned deeply when he felt his cock harden even more from the lotion. It was immersed in a kind of wild energy, as Greg stroked it lightly. It was almost too much. The caress sent shock waves of warmth and caused him to shiver in joy.
"Please.." Nick begged for some sort of release.
Greg curled his fingers around Nick's cock and rubbed harder, his fingertips digging deeper into the muscle. Then he went to the tip, which was all ready dripping, and he ran his fingers in circles around it. Greg curled his hand around Nick's penis and squeezed it.
Nick couldn't take it any more and bolted up. Greg never took his hand off of Nick's cock as the Texan grabbed the younger man around the neck and pulled him over to his greedy mouth. Nick kissed the other man deeply, his tongue dipping in and out. Their kissing intensified, while Greg's nimble fingers went back to lightly caressing Nick's length.
Nick broke off their kissing and almost panted. "Stop, playing with me," he begged.
Greg ginned. "All right, but lay back down.
Nick did what he was told, as Greg's mouth descended on his erection. The ex-tech ran his tongue all over the length of Nick's cock. He lavished all around it, and then back up. After a few more seconds of teasing, Greg began to suck around the head. He took in most of Nick's length, going up and down.
The other man grabbed the bed sheets as he rode out the waves of pleasure. Somehow with all the intense sensations shooting through his body, Greg had managed to slide his hand over Nick's right nipple. Greg twisted it as he continued to suck Nick off.
Nick's orgasm came quick and lasted for one of the longest twenty seconds of his life. He screamed and groaned and nearly thrashed the other man right off the bed. Greg didn't let up, the taste of Nick filled his mouth, mixing the with strawberry oil. Afterwards, he released Nick's penis and lay on top of him.
The Texan had a blissful expression on his face, his body still shuddered from the intensity of the experience. Greg kissed up and down Nick's neck. Nick cupped Greg's chin and kissed him passionately. Greg ran his fingers through Nick's hair as he reciprocated the energy behind it.
Nick broke away from the Greg's needy mouth, and took in the other' mans eyes. "Thanks, I needed this."
Greg ran his finger along Nick's jaw and then laid down beside him, pulling the man next to him. Nick turned to his side, with the other man pressed against his back. Greg's arm wrapped around his waist.
"Want to tell me what was going through your head at the shooting range?" He asked quietly.
He heard Nick's heavy sigh, as he grabbed his fingers.
"The witness bolted, you know." Nick took a breath. "Warrick and I went after him, must have dogged him for eight to ten blocks. We went everywhere. Then I got tripped up on the last fence and fell. I was stunned for a moment and I told Warrick I'd catch up."
Greg listened, stroking Nick's arms as he spoke.
"It took me a little longer to get my bearings. When I caught up with Rick, the guy had a gun pulled on him in the corner of the alley. Warrick must not had had time to draw his weapon, but I had mine out."
Greg held Nick tighter, his anger and worry evident. He had not been at the lab long enough to hear anything about this story.
"We talked the guy down..but..." Nick shifted. "There was a moment where I thought I'd have to pull the trigger and I--I just wasn't sure."
Nick's voice was regretful and utterly lost.
Greg squeezed Nick's hand. "You thought you might not be able to shoot the guy. We never know, dude."
"If I had froze..if I had waited..." Nick trailed off.
"But it didn't come to that, Nick." Greg tried to reassure the other man.
"If---"
Greg pushed on Nick's shoulder, forcing him onto his back. Greg looked at him. "We'll never know at that moment, Nick. You might not have hesitated, but we'll never know. Hell, I still don't carry a gun and don't know if I will."
Nick licked his lips. "I worry about that."
Greg shook his head. "Its not me. I know you've been in some really dangerous situations, but I'm glad you've never had to use your weapon."
Nick was silent for a moment, his doubt still hung in the air.
"Don't ponder about 'what ifs' Nick. Life's too short. You and Warrick are fine. Let's just concentrate on the here and now."
Nick gave him a weak smile. "You did this on purpose. You know I'm vulnerable after great sex."
Greg snorted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. This was a massage for you hurt back." Greg gave him a look. "Plus, this wasn't sex, mister. Just some fun."
Nick grabbed Greg by the shoulders and flipped him over to the other side. The Texan's strength surprised him. "Now don't you undo all my ministrations and mess up your back again," he complained.
Nick silenced him with another long kiss. "Thanks, G." he said after depriving them both of oxygen.
Greg recovered enough to play without hat jawline again. "You're welcome."
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By Kristen999
Nick/Greg
Summary: Shooting ranges and massage therapy.
Notes: I wrote this for Shacky. She wanted a Nick and Greg storyline. She wanted drunk fic,but my muse went with angst instead. See I take requests, but only with my own brand of darkness. I'm still new with slash. Hope everyone else enjoys this. Not betaed. All feedback welcomed.
This is also for Lament,Michigangirl30, and Serenity151979
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Greg Sanders put on the strange pair of headphones. They were heavy and clumsy feeling. Hell, they weren't even meant for music. He wore the orange monstrosity to protect his hearing. He adjusted them, so they would fit more snugly. Then he opened the door and wandered over to the shooting range. It was very early in the morning, the area was eerily deserted, except for one single aisle. The muffled sounds of a weapon being fired, vibrated in Greg's head. It felt like he was under the ocean. All the damaging sounds muted for the most part.
Greg leaned against the wall as he watched the other criminalist take aim. Nick Stokes was intensely focused at the target a few hundred feet away. He stood there, his feet slightly apart. Greg let his eyes soak in the image of the man in front of him. Nick must have been here practicing for quite some time. His gray T-shirt clung to him, sweat soaked down his back and around the tops of his arms. The ex-tech saw the Texan's left side profile, drops of perspiration dotted the side of his head and rolled down his neck. Greg smiled as he admired that strong jawline, and the man's 5 o'clock shadow. Greg studied the CSI's well tones arms, veins bulging out, his shirt untucked from his tight blue jeans.
Nick held his service weapon steady as the gun vibrated from another round of shots. The Glock clicked empty when it ran out of ammo. The rookie counted too many shell casings that littered the ground around Nick's boots. Knowing it was safe to approach him without startling the criminalist, Greg stood next to him. He could tell Nick sensed his approach. He turned his head, and gave him a weary smile. It was obvious that the other man was suffering from something. Nick didn't take to the firing range very often to release anger.
"Hey." Greg said casually.
"Hey." Nick repeated, as he slid his ear protection to around his neck.
The ex-tech nodded towards the gun. "I heard you and Warrick had a rough night?" Greg said, hiding his worry.
Nick looked at the ground. That was never a good sign. He shrugged his shoulders. "We were talking to a witness who took to bolting through a rough part of town. Some of the regular crowd didn't take too kindly to us chasing him down."
Greg didn't like the sound of this story. "You guys went after him?" It wasn't an accusation....well not a full blow one.
Nick stared at the younger man and shook his head. "It was reflex. We went after him. There wasn't much danger."
Nick checked his weapon, and carefully clicked the safety back on. When he slid the gun back to the holder clipped to his hip, he winced ever so slightly. Greg noticed the awkwardness. His eyes wandered back to Nick's face. He didn't verbally ask him anything. However, the need for an answer was clearly indicated in his expression. Nick sighed.
"We sprinted down half a neighborhood, dodging dumpsters, trash cans, and hopping two fences. My foot got caught on top rung of the last one and I kind of fell the rest of the way to the pavement." Nick made an unidentifiable noise, one that indicated his frustration. "I waved Warrick on and caught up to him a few moments later.
Greg raised an eyebrow. "You all right?"
Nick started to exit the range, the other man closely behind him. Both criminalists checked in their equipment. Nick's movements were sluggish. Greg watch his every motion.
"I pulled a muscle in my lower back." Nick complained, a tiny whine in his voice.
It was clear that Nick Stokes wasn't overly concerned about the implications of the chase. That he and Warrick went after a witness, something that criminalists were not supposed to do in most situations without an officer present. Obviously the situation at the time did not warrant one, but that changed apparently. Normally Greg would chastise Nick for doing something so reckless. Warrick was involved, which always brought out the testosterone and competitiveness out of Nick. Those two partners often fed off each other.
Greg shook his head as they made their way through the police station and outside to the parking lot. Nick favored his right side, obviously in some amount of pain. Something was off about Nick's story. He was leaving a part out. If he was trying this hard to avoid it, and in fact felt inclined to go practice his shooting skills, than something took place that he didn't want to burden the ex-tech with.
Greg sometimes felt that Nick's need to protect him was very sweet, if not annoying many times. Greg decided that he would find out what happened last night, but he'd get the information out in another way. Sometimes a little misdirection was all it took. Since the other man was going through so much trouble to be evasive.
"Let's go to my place." Greg said, as the reached their respected vehicles.
Nick squinted in confusion. His townhouse was closer, but he nodded in a positive manner. If the other CSI was so quick to accept the longer drive, then that sent Greg's radar on overload. Nick always preferred his place.
The newest criminalist put his keys in the ignition and both men drove over to his condo.
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Both CSI's went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. Nick was quiet as he shuffled into the living room.
"I'm going to catch a quick shower," he said off handedly.
"Good. Use a lot of hot water, but don't dry off too much." Greg instructed him.
Nick turned his head before he disappeared into he bathroom, his eyebrow raised at the last remark. He moved his lips to protest the suggestion, but Greg cut him off.
"Don't argue with me, dude. My house. My rules." He explained in the most simple terms, but there was a glint in his eye.
Nick still looked like he wanted to argue, when Greg waved him away. "Go. Lots of hot water and steam.... Now. Only come out in a towel though."
"G..." Nick protested.
Greg tried not to looked offended at the implications of his complaint, but wandered over and pushed the other man towards the shower. "Just trust me." Greg allowed a large grin.
Nick rolled his eyes. "I'm real tired, man." He complained as he stripped off his T-shirt and began to unbuckle his belt.
Greg feigned ignorance. "You sound just like an ex-girl friend of mine."
That earned him a glare and Greg snorted as he closed the bathroom door. He waited for the sound of the water running before he dashed into his bedroom to start his plans.
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The sound of the water stopped after a solid twenty minutes. The condo felt slightly stuffy from the rise in temperature. Greg smiled, knowing that a lot the of very hot water might be good for Nick's back. The Texan finally emerged from the bathroom, the door opening, was a signal that he was looking for him.
"Greg?"
The ex-tech heard him his name being called, but he knew that Nick would have no choice but to look for him in the bedroom. Sure enough the CSI walked in, a dark blue fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. He stood there as he glanced around at all the lit candles that were placed around the room. Nick's eyes wandered from the bed back to the younger man.
"Greg, this is sweet and all, but----"
Greg stood there in a black T-shirt and black boxers. He shook his head. "Its not what you think. Go lay down on your stomach," he ordered.
Nick laughed. "You really enjoy acting all in charge don't ya?"
Greg didn't answer, he was too memorized by Nick's gorgeous body. It was difficult to keep his urges under control for now. Nick's dark hair was toweled dried, and it stood out in many different directions. His bemused expression, made him look so adorable. However, Greg continued to oogle at Nick's bare chest. His flesh was moist, water droplets rolled down every part of him from his shower.
Nick Stokes was all lean muscle. His chiseled chest and abs, would make any normal man jealous. As well as his nicely defined thighs and calf's
from running and swimming. He smiled when he caught Greg staring at his him. The ex-tech had a nice work out routine that he followed to keep himself in shape, but he was a bit more wiry than the other man.
"Are you just going to stand there?" Greg challenged him.
Nick shook his head. He did what he was told and plopped down on the bed. The bedspread and sheets had been tossed aside and Nick rested his face on one of the pillows.
Greg grabbed a bottle of lotion off the desk of drawers and applied a liberal amount of the pink liquid. The scent of strawberries wafted through the air. He straddled the other man as he sat on Nick's ass. The other man chuckled.
"What are you doing, man?" His voice muffled by the pillow.
"Giving you a massage. Now be quiet and enjoy it." Greg ordered, as he applied the warm substance to the middle of Nick's back.
Nick shivered for a second as a sense of warmth spread from the middle of his back then up his spine and around his shoulder blades. Greg kneaded the muscles there, using his thumbs to dig around all the tight areas. The slippery liquid coated his flesh and Greg dug deep trying to loosen up the sore areas.
Nick felt thumbs mead into his flesh, the odd warmth sunk into his muscles. Then he felt Greg's nimble fingers along his spine. His skin felt invigorated and the smell of berries invaded his senses.
"W-what is that stuff?" He asked.
Greg smiled as he used the bones in his wrist to dig deeper into Nick's shoulders, the flesh soaking in the properties of the liquid. "Its heat sensitive, massage lotion."
Greg could hear a muffled noise of confusion, and he smiled broadly. "It reacts to body heat.....all kinds."
The younger CSI began to blow his breath all over the sticky substance. This caused the man beneath him to groan softly when the massage lotion, warmed up, and relaxed his back. Greg started at the edge of the towel and blew all along Nick's spine. The other man reacted when he arched up his back ever so slightly. Greg began to lightly touch his fingers along all Nick's flesh. The lighter the touch, the more sensitive, the other person was to it.
Greg could hear, Nick's soft moan of happiness. Greg began to concentrate on Nick's neck, rubbing and blowing his breath to activate the lotion. Then he went to the next step and licked the sweet tasting liquid around Nicks' throat. He swept his tongue along Nick's jaw and back up to his ears. He ran his finger tips along Nick's neck as he grabbed his left earlobe and began to suck and nibble on it.
The other man, growled in response. "God."
Greg ran his thumbs up and down Nick's back and then slide off him. "Flip over."
No wise cracks. Nick did as he was told. Greg applied more lotion to his palm and ran it across Nick's pecks. He rubbed his fingers, massaging the muscles there gently. Nick kept his eyes open, following the movements. Greg used his finger tips to spread the lotion down and around both Nick's nipples.
Nick closed his eyes tightly, a small moan escaping his lips. Greg traced small circles around Nick's left nipple with his finger till it hardened. The ex-tech knew how sensitive an area this was for the other man and bent down to blow on it.
Nick's nipple was engulfed by a fuzzy warmth and he smiled, but it was soon followed by a swipe of a tongue. Nick groaned, his hands balled into fists as Greg went to work on it. He felt his nipple adored by Greg's tongue. It was sucked and nibbled upon and the sensation was amplified by the massage oil. Greg began to rub his fingers on Nick's right nipple, as his left one was ravaged by Greg's wet mouth.
His body was sent on overload. Waves of pleasure ripped though him. Nick was easily aroused when his nipples were concerned, but this was a whole new wave of sensory assault. He writhed around on the bed, as he tried to lay still. Another part of Nick's body had been awakened a while ago, but the towel hid his erection. His cock was at full attention.
Greg began to rub the lotion over Nick's belly, the lotion dripping down his sides. The oil was soon followed by Greg's tongue as it licked and kissed down to Nick's navel. He kept his fingers playing and toying with Nick's pecks. His ran his tongue down Nick's stomach. The other man groaned with extreme pleasure.
Greg scooted down on the bed, and unwrapped the towel, revealing Nick's hard penis. Greg ran his fingers below Nick's navel, and through his pubic hairs. The younger man's expression became devilish and he applied more oil along his fingers and rubbed it slightly along Nick's length.
Nick's entire body tingled from the oil, his chest was still taking in the phantom touch of Greg's lips and fingers. "Good, God, " he moaned deeply when he felt his cock harden even more from the lotion. It was immersed in a kind of wild energy, as Greg stroked it lightly. It was almost too much. The caress sent shock waves of warmth and caused him to shiver in joy.
"Please.." Nick begged for some sort of release.
Greg curled his fingers around Nick's cock and rubbed harder, his fingertips digging deeper into the muscle. Then he went to the tip, which was all ready dripping, and he ran his fingers in circles around it. Greg curled his hand around Nick's penis and squeezed it.
Nick couldn't take it any more and bolted up. Greg never took his hand off of Nick's cock as the Texan grabbed the younger man around the neck and pulled him over to his greedy mouth. Nick kissed the other man deeply, his tongue dipping in and out. Their kissing intensified, while Greg's nimble fingers went back to lightly caressing Nick's length.
Nick broke off their kissing and almost panted. "Stop, playing with me," he begged.
Greg ginned. "All right, but lay back down.
Nick did what he was told, as Greg's mouth descended on his erection. The ex-tech ran his tongue all over the length of Nick's cock. He lavished all around it, and then back up. After a few more seconds of teasing, Greg began to suck around the head. He took in most of Nick's length, going up and down.
The other man grabbed the bed sheets as he rode out the waves of pleasure. Somehow with all the intense sensations shooting through his body, Greg had managed to slide his hand over Nick's right nipple. Greg twisted it as he continued to suck Nick off.
Nick's orgasm came quick and lasted for one of the longest twenty seconds of his life. He screamed and groaned and nearly thrashed the other man right off the bed. Greg didn't let up, the taste of Nick filled his mouth, mixing the with strawberry oil. Afterwards, he released Nick's penis and lay on top of him.
The Texan had a blissful expression on his face, his body still shuddered from the intensity of the experience. Greg kissed up and down Nick's neck. Nick cupped Greg's chin and kissed him passionately. Greg ran his fingers through Nick's hair as he reciprocated the energy behind it.
Nick broke away from the Greg's needy mouth, and took in the other' mans eyes. "Thanks, I needed this."
Greg ran his finger along Nick's jaw and then laid down beside him, pulling the man next to him. Nick turned to his side, with the other man pressed against his back. Greg's arm wrapped around his waist.
"Want to tell me what was going through your head at the shooting range?" He asked quietly.
He heard Nick's heavy sigh, as he grabbed his fingers.
"The witness bolted, you know." Nick took a breath. "Warrick and I went after him, must have dogged him for eight to ten blocks. We went everywhere. Then I got tripped up on the last fence and fell. I was stunned for a moment and I told Warrick I'd catch up."
Greg listened, stroking Nick's arms as he spoke.
"It took me a little longer to get my bearings. When I caught up with Rick, the guy had a gun pulled on him in the corner of the alley. Warrick must not had had time to draw his weapon, but I had mine out."
Greg held Nick tighter, his anger and worry evident. He had not been at the lab long enough to hear anything about this story.
"We talked the guy down..but..." Nick shifted. "There was a moment where I thought I'd have to pull the trigger and I--I just wasn't sure."
Nick's voice was regretful and utterly lost.
Greg squeezed Nick's hand. "You thought you might not be able to shoot the guy. We never know, dude."
"If I had froze..if I had waited..." Nick trailed off.
"But it didn't come to that, Nick." Greg tried to reassure the other man.
"If---"
Greg pushed on Nick's shoulder, forcing him onto his back. Greg looked at him. "We'll never know at that moment, Nick. You might not have hesitated, but we'll never know. Hell, I still don't carry a gun and don't know if I will."
Nick licked his lips. "I worry about that."
Greg shook his head. "Its not me. I know you've been in some really dangerous situations, but I'm glad you've never had to use your weapon."
Nick was silent for a moment, his doubt still hung in the air.
"Don't ponder about 'what ifs' Nick. Life's too short. You and Warrick are fine. Let's just concentrate on the here and now."
Nick gave him a weak smile. "You did this on purpose. You know I'm vulnerable after great sex."
Greg snorted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. This was a massage for you hurt back." Greg gave him a look. "Plus, this wasn't sex, mister. Just some fun."
Nick grabbed Greg by the shoulders and flipped him over to the other side. The Texan's strength surprised him. "Now don't you undo all my ministrations and mess up your back again," he complained.
Nick silenced him with another long kiss. "Thanks, G." he said after depriving them both of oxygen.
Greg recovered enough to play without hat jawline again. "You're welcome."
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Date: 2005-08-07 04:00 am (UTC)However, this was fabulous and just happened to be super hot. Arg, that oil! And Nick worrying about Warrick, Greg taking care of Nick... you never fail to amaze me. Awesome work!
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Date: 2005-08-14 04:52 am (UTC)Then, later on, with the sex, it seemed so much more personal and it was these two different effects that just made the story experience that much more real for me. This was 100% lovely, through and through.
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Date: 2005-08-14 08:11 am (UTC)Plus, I could see greg doing this coax teh answers from Nick, they may be lovers, but Nick is still a very private person. Thank you.
Kristen
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Date: 2005-09-15 12:08 pm (UTC)First, I love the interaction between them. Very realistic and just how I imagine they'd act, no mushiness, just two men who care about each other deeply.
Second, that was hot. And not just because there's sex. It was a slow build and sure, Greg probably had that in mind the whole time, but it was out his care for Nick rather than just lust for him.
I love your writing. It's so mature and more true to life. I love fiction that doesn't make you have to stretch your boundaries all the time. This was comfortable somehow.
Did you enjoy writing Nick/Greg? I know your thing is more gen and second to that is Nick/Gil, so I'm curious how it felt for you to write this.
And THANK YOU! I loved it. Putting it in my memories right now.
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Date: 2005-09-16 02:46 pm (UTC)As for teh lotion, yes, that was def fun, and I think up Greg's alley. He's witty and a bit younger, even though it was "fun" it was still down out of caring for Nick.
I liked writing this, but not sure how much I will. Only of the muse hits me. I'm still strictly gen, I love writing friendship, I think there's more itimacy in that..in a weird way.
If I was choose a pairing, I do lean Gil/Nick...because it IS more complex in nature, but subtle, and I read a lot more in Gil's silence and Nick's need to impress that the more obvious and "fun" moment of Nick and Greg.
Thanks for the feedback.
Kristen