Is it worth it
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nickngregChapter 19 is finally done.
Rating: NC-17
Warning/Spoiler: Set after Grave Danger.
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.
When I figure out how to do it, I'll make sure all the chapters are shown in neat order and you can link to them if interested.
It was a chaos of emergency vehicles and twisted metal when they arrived at the pile up.
Brass quickly briefed them on the situation and they sat about finding vehicle zero to establish the cause of the accident, since the eyewitnesses had told several very different scenarios. He was on one side of an old Volvo and Warrick on the other marking out skid marks and taking photos.
“You know what Greggo?” Warrick’s voice was barely audible because of all the cutting action going on around them.
“No, what?” He was focusing on some broken glass on the ground.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen my bro kiss any one in public before.” They where drowned in bright white light and the red and blue flashes stopped.
“Yeah well he kinda surprised me there too.” He snapped a photo of the broken glass.
“You’re doing it wrong Greg!” Sara shouted accusingly at him.
“What?” He was sure he had done it the way he had been told to. Sara yanked the camera from him.
“You’re using the wrong setting. Besides the angle is wrong.” The anger in her voice was scaring him and it made Warrick come round to see what it was all about.
“There’s nothing wrong with the angle.” Warrick stated looking at the small display.
“It won’t hold up in court.” She hissed and pressed the camera back in his hands.
“I’ll do them again it’s no problem.” He hated the quiver in his voice, but he couldn’t figure out where all her anger came from.
“You don’t have to Greg. Sara this is a waste of time, his pictures are fine.” Warrick straightened his back to tower them both.
“He’ll do them again. I won’t take the fall just because he’s incompetent.” She spat the words out and they stung. Warrick frowned and he could feel a treacherous tear forming in his eye.
“What the hell are you on about?” Warrick had raised his voice and was just short of shouting.
“What do you think?” She snapped back.
“Sara I’ll do them again, just show me.” He tried to keep the tears at bay, but anger and confusion were struggling in his mind.
“You’ve been shown a million times. You should’ve learned by now!” She shouted at him after having assumed a threatening posture.
“Leave him alone! He knows what he’s doing.” Warrick yelled uncontrolled.
“Will you keep it down?!” Brass barked gruffly at them.
“What kind of behavior is this?” Brass lowered his own voice but the anger was evident.
Warrick and Sara started explaining at the same time and it made Brass roll his eyes.
“One at a time and keep it down, we have a big audience tonight if you haven’t noticed.” They all three mumbled sorry and then Warrick started speaking.
“Sara came over and told Greg that what he was doing was wrong. But it ain’t and I told her that.” Brass stared at Sara.
“I just heard you praise him the other day?!” Brass kept his eyes trained on her.
“Yeah well but tonight he’s been doing it wrong.” She snapped back. Warrick launched a verbal attack on her and Brass moved to stand next to the angry man. He felt like an outsider suddenly and it hurt to see the two men threaten Sara to the point where she was just fighting to keep herself from running away.
In a weird sense he needed to protect her, even though she had shouted at him just moments before. He had no idea to what was happening with Sara, but she showed some of the same signs that he had seen in Nick lately. So he moved to stand next to her, facing the other two in order to defend her.
“Will you stop? Please.” He begged when there was a silent moment.
“I’ll do them again under Sara’s supervision.” His voice was unsteady and Warrick looked at him questioningly.
“But…”
“Warrick I’ll do them again. OKAY!” Annoyed he cut him off. Both Brass and Warrick eyed him and Sara suspiciously before returning to work the crime scene. Sara barked orders at him for the next many hours and he just took it all, knowing that whatever was eating her she wasn’t ready to deal with it. Nothing he did was good enough and it was wearing him down fast, but somehow he found the stamina to take the abuse.
The sun was peaking over the horizon when they cleared the accident site and headed back to the lab. He had little to no idea how many had been injured or killed, but he was painfully aware of every little shard of glass that had been spilled in the accident. Sara had made sure of that though Warrick had several times tried to argue that it wasn’t necessary.
They had not been back five minutes when they all got called to Grissom’s office.
“What happened?” Grissom held the TV-remote in his hand and put the sound back on when they entered. They were clearly visible in the background of the reporter and the camera had caught their argument as if they had posed for it.
“Say something or do you want to wait for Ecklie?” Grissom’s blue eyes were cold as ice.
“My fault, I kinda lost my temper.” Warrick surprised him, but Grissom saw the lie and he could see a reprimand building.
“That’s not what I heard.” He hadn’t noticed Brass when he entered and nearly jumped at the grumpy words. Sara crossed her arms and tilted her head back in a self-defensive posture. Warrick stood uneasy on his feet as if he was most inclined to running away. He was so tired that even the plastic smile had fallen from his face and he just stood there waiting.
Grissom took of his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose hard enough to leave an impression. Brass stood stock still and just stared at Sara who held the gaze.
“What happened Sara?” Grissom asked again with a slight agitation to the words.
“I just wanted Greg to do it right.” She attempted a clear professional voice.
“Did he do anything wrong Sara?” It was slightly unnerving to be talked about as if he wasn’t present.
Warrick jumped to his defense.
“No he didn’t, we were working either side of a car talking when she snapped.”
“I didn’t snap.” Sara was obviously struggling to keep her cool.
“You did. We were just talking about Nick when you came over and bit his head off.” Warrick’s words were heavy with accusation and they came out in an unfamiliar way.
“I came over because what he…”
“You’re jealous!” He exclaimed; it had suddenly occurred to him that Sara was jealous of Nick and the attention he had gotten from everyone in the break room. The look of shock and subsequent realization on her face broke his last defense and the tears came fast and without warning.
“I’m not.” Sara said but the defeat in her voice told them that she knew.
“What’s to be jealous of?” He cried.
“He’s been through hell.” The words came out in hiccups between the sobs.
Strong arms embraced him, but he barely recognized his boss as the tears took control of his mind. How long he stood there and cried his heart out he would never know and Grissom just sent him home when he regained control. He grabbed his things and went out to his car. Only his hands were shaking badly by then and it took several attempts to unlock the car and get in.
Unable to start the car let alone drive he fished out his journal and read some of his old entries. It calmed him down enough to write a few lines.
Nick kissed me in the break room tonight!!!!!!!!!
We had the best date.
Grissom babysat Louise.
Sara treated me like shit tonight.
He wanted to write more, but he mostly wanted to go home and his hands had stopped shaking.
When he pulled up he noticed that the front door was open and that somebody was sitting on the landing.
“Did the house get to small?” He dug deep inside to find a calm voice.
“Kinda.” Nick swirled the yellowish fluid in his cup round in lazy circles. He sat down beside Nick and put an arm around his lover.
“Did the chamomile help?” One of the nurses at the hospital had convinced Nick of the benefits of chamomile tea.
Nick turned his head and looked into his eyes.
“Kinda.” The dark brown eyes sparkled in the morning sunlight and gave Nick a devilish look.
“Is that all you have to say?” He squinted against the sunlight and his already irritated eyes felt like the desert had taken up permanent residence there.
“I’m glad you’re home.” Nick put the cup down and hugged him.
“And I’m glad to be home.” He sighed and the overwhelming need for comfort made it more than hard for him to sit there and comfort Nick instead.
“Greg?” Nick gasped sounding out of breath from the tight embrace.
“Yeah.” He relaxed his arms.
“What’s the matter?” Nick’s voice had found its normal strength and he had been seen right through.
“Sara. She had a go at me tonight.” He thought that he had used up the days quota of tears already, but a few slipped down his cheeks anyway.
Nick stood up and offered him a hand.
“Let’s go inside and then you can tell me all about it.” Nick pulled him up.
“Is Louise sleeping?” He let Nick steer him inside.
“Yeah, finally. She didn’t fall asleep until it was like 3. But I put her in her own bed.” The last was said with an unmistakable pride.
“So?” Nick took his backpack and knelt down to set it on the floor.
“You kissed me in the break room.” Nick untied his shoelaces and eased one shoe of at a time.
“You didn’t like that?” Nick sounded worried and almost guilty.
“I loved it, you just surprised me.” Nick stood up and gently kissed him.
“I just couldn’t help myself.” Nick smiled and removed his jacket.
“Well you know that me, Warrick and Sara got sent out to this pile up?” Nick nodded and guided him towards the bedroom.
“So Warrick was working on some skid marks and I was photographing some broken glass and we were talking.” Nick nodded and started to undress him.
“We were talking about you and kissing me in public when Sara came over and started telling me off for doing it wrong.” Nick nodded and removed his own clothes.
“I had no idea why it was wrong, so I asked her to show me again and Warrick started saying that I hadn’t done anything wrong.” Nick nodded and laid them both down on the bed.
“She called me incompetent. Then Warrick got really angry and started shouting.” Nick nodded and nibbled on his left earlobe.
“I just kept saying that I’d do the pictures again. But they weren’t paying attention, not until Brass came over and told us to keep it down because of the audience.” Nick nodded as he gently suckled on his left nipple.
“So now both Brass and Warrick were giving her a hard time and I couldn’t stand it, so I tried to defend her.” Nick nodded and danced his tongue around his bellybutton.
“Anyway I ended up as her slave for the night. No matter what she told me to do I just couldn’t get it right, at least that what she kept telling me.” Nick nodded and kissed his way down over one hipbone to his inner thighs.
“I don’t know if I could have survived if Warrick hadn’t kept telling me that what I did was fine.” Nick nodded and planted a kiss on each of his balls.
“Mmh… it took forever doing the scene like that and the sun was getting up as we headed back to the lab.” Nick nodded and kissed the tip of his cock.
“Mmh… when we got back we got called in to Grissom’s office right away.” Nick nodded and took his cock in his mouth.
“Mmh… he showed us the news. We had been caught on camera mid-fight.”
His hands found their way to Nick’s hair.
“So Grissom asked for an explanation and I hadn’t seen Brass was there as well.” Nick dipped his tongue in the slit and stroked his thumb over the sensitive smooth skin behind his balls.
“Mmh… feels good. Sara and Warrick started explaining and then it occurred to me that whenever you were mentioned Sara got angrier.” He needed to release all the tension of the night, but he needed more than just a blow job for that.
“Nick… I need… more.” Nick looked up and pointed to his nightstand. It didn’t take long for his fingers to locate the lube and hand it to Nick.
“Please Nick, just a finger to help me come.” He pleaded totally oblivious to what Nick wanted or needed.
“What happened then?” Nick asked momentarily letting go of his cock.
“Well I mmh… asked if she was jealous of you.” Nick moved a slick finger over his tight muscle and tapped gently at the tiny opening.
“Mmh… she denied it, but it was so obvious that she was.” He felt the finger dip inside.
“Oh yeah so good.” Nick took closed his mouth over his cock again and began to move the finger in and out.
“I was so angry and hurt and I just screamed at her that there was no reason to be jealous of you and all the shit that you had been through.” Nick brushed his prostate and his thighs tensed.
“And then I did the must masculine thing. I started crying. One more finger please.” He begged knowing that he still needed more before he could come. Nick complied and added the second finger so gently that he felt no pain at all.
“Grissom held me in a bear hug until I stopped crying and then he… sent… me… home.” He came into Nick’s mouth and the suction that Nick maintained sent him into an orgasm of the big ones. He writhed on the bed moaning and groaning, and finally the horrors of the night vanished from his mind.
“Oh my god Nick, that was… amazing.” He smiled so much that he was sure he face would come apart.
“Figured you needed some tension release.” Nick smiled from ear to ear as well and began to withdraw his fingers.
“Make love to me kjære.” He whispered knowing that it was a lot to ask for. Nick stared at him wide eyed.
“I’m all relaxed and ready for you.” He whispered in the most sexy voice he could come up with.
“You sure? ‘Cause I don’t wanna hurt you.” The worry in Nick’s voice only made him more determined and he nodded. Nick pointed to the nightstand again and he shook his head making Nick look even more wide eyed than before.
“We’re both clean… I want you. Just you.” He grabbed a pillow and with a little help from Nick placed it under his butt. Hesitantly Nick lubed his cock and moved to kneel between his splayed legs. When he felt the soft head of Nick’s cock resting against him, he wrapped his legs around Nick’s waist and drew the Texan gently closer. He was rewarded with the wonderful sensation of being filled.
“That… that’s so tight.” Nick gasped as he was pulled inside.
“That’s so good.” He moaned tightening his legs until he felt Nick’s balls brush against his buttocks. Nick struggled to breathe and the dark eyes became almost black.
“Oh my God Greg.” Nick panted and pulled backwards when he relaxed his legs. He guided Nick in and out with his legs to begin with, as Nick seemed hesitant to move on his own account.
Eventually Nick got the idea and increased the rhythm of his thrusts. His cock had regained stiffness and was more than ready to play again. He would have screamed out loud in lust, if it wasn’t for the fact that Louise was sleeping in her room, so good was it.
The steady pace and the move of Nick’s abdominal muscles over his cock made him come again. Nick yelped when his muscles clenched and came just seconds after. For the first time he felt warm cum inside him.
Nick practically collapsed on top of him breathing hard.
“Jeg elsker deg kjære.” He whispered and stroked Nick on the head. The words were repeated in a thick voice and he felt tears fall from Nick.
“Are you crying?” Nick nodded.
“I’ve never tried anything this good.” Nick sniffled into his neck.
“Me neither, must be the love thing.” He sighed more happy and content than he had felt in ages.
Rating: NC-17
Warning/Spoiler: Set after Grave Danger.
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.
When I figure out how to do it, I'll make sure all the chapters are shown in neat order and you can link to them if interested.
It was a chaos of emergency vehicles and twisted metal when they arrived at the pile up.
Brass quickly briefed them on the situation and they sat about finding vehicle zero to establish the cause of the accident, since the eyewitnesses had told several very different scenarios. He was on one side of an old Volvo and Warrick on the other marking out skid marks and taking photos.
“You know what Greggo?” Warrick’s voice was barely audible because of all the cutting action going on around them.
“No, what?” He was focusing on some broken glass on the ground.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen my bro kiss any one in public before.” They where drowned in bright white light and the red and blue flashes stopped.
“Yeah well he kinda surprised me there too.” He snapped a photo of the broken glass.
“You’re doing it wrong Greg!” Sara shouted accusingly at him.
“What?” He was sure he had done it the way he had been told to. Sara yanked the camera from him.
“You’re using the wrong setting. Besides the angle is wrong.” The anger in her voice was scaring him and it made Warrick come round to see what it was all about.
“There’s nothing wrong with the angle.” Warrick stated looking at the small display.
“It won’t hold up in court.” She hissed and pressed the camera back in his hands.
“I’ll do them again it’s no problem.” He hated the quiver in his voice, but he couldn’t figure out where all her anger came from.
“You don’t have to Greg. Sara this is a waste of time, his pictures are fine.” Warrick straightened his back to tower them both.
“He’ll do them again. I won’t take the fall just because he’s incompetent.” She spat the words out and they stung. Warrick frowned and he could feel a treacherous tear forming in his eye.
“What the hell are you on about?” Warrick had raised his voice and was just short of shouting.
“What do you think?” She snapped back.
“Sara I’ll do them again, just show me.” He tried to keep the tears at bay, but anger and confusion were struggling in his mind.
“You’ve been shown a million times. You should’ve learned by now!” She shouted at him after having assumed a threatening posture.
“Leave him alone! He knows what he’s doing.” Warrick yelled uncontrolled.
“Will you keep it down?!” Brass barked gruffly at them.
“What kind of behavior is this?” Brass lowered his own voice but the anger was evident.
Warrick and Sara started explaining at the same time and it made Brass roll his eyes.
“One at a time and keep it down, we have a big audience tonight if you haven’t noticed.” They all three mumbled sorry and then Warrick started speaking.
“Sara came over and told Greg that what he was doing was wrong. But it ain’t and I told her that.” Brass stared at Sara.
“I just heard you praise him the other day?!” Brass kept his eyes trained on her.
“Yeah well but tonight he’s been doing it wrong.” She snapped back. Warrick launched a verbal attack on her and Brass moved to stand next to the angry man. He felt like an outsider suddenly and it hurt to see the two men threaten Sara to the point where she was just fighting to keep herself from running away.
In a weird sense he needed to protect her, even though she had shouted at him just moments before. He had no idea to what was happening with Sara, but she showed some of the same signs that he had seen in Nick lately. So he moved to stand next to her, facing the other two in order to defend her.
“Will you stop? Please.” He begged when there was a silent moment.
“I’ll do them again under Sara’s supervision.” His voice was unsteady and Warrick looked at him questioningly.
“But…”
“Warrick I’ll do them again. OKAY!” Annoyed he cut him off. Both Brass and Warrick eyed him and Sara suspiciously before returning to work the crime scene. Sara barked orders at him for the next many hours and he just took it all, knowing that whatever was eating her she wasn’t ready to deal with it. Nothing he did was good enough and it was wearing him down fast, but somehow he found the stamina to take the abuse.
The sun was peaking over the horizon when they cleared the accident site and headed back to the lab. He had little to no idea how many had been injured or killed, but he was painfully aware of every little shard of glass that had been spilled in the accident. Sara had made sure of that though Warrick had several times tried to argue that it wasn’t necessary.
They had not been back five minutes when they all got called to Grissom’s office.
“What happened?” Grissom held the TV-remote in his hand and put the sound back on when they entered. They were clearly visible in the background of the reporter and the camera had caught their argument as if they had posed for it.
“Say something or do you want to wait for Ecklie?” Grissom’s blue eyes were cold as ice.
“My fault, I kinda lost my temper.” Warrick surprised him, but Grissom saw the lie and he could see a reprimand building.
“That’s not what I heard.” He hadn’t noticed Brass when he entered and nearly jumped at the grumpy words. Sara crossed her arms and tilted her head back in a self-defensive posture. Warrick stood uneasy on his feet as if he was most inclined to running away. He was so tired that even the plastic smile had fallen from his face and he just stood there waiting.
Grissom took of his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose hard enough to leave an impression. Brass stood stock still and just stared at Sara who held the gaze.
“What happened Sara?” Grissom asked again with a slight agitation to the words.
“I just wanted Greg to do it right.” She attempted a clear professional voice.
“Did he do anything wrong Sara?” It was slightly unnerving to be talked about as if he wasn’t present.
Warrick jumped to his defense.
“No he didn’t, we were working either side of a car talking when she snapped.”
“I didn’t snap.” Sara was obviously struggling to keep her cool.
“You did. We were just talking about Nick when you came over and bit his head off.” Warrick’s words were heavy with accusation and they came out in an unfamiliar way.
“I came over because what he…”
“You’re jealous!” He exclaimed; it had suddenly occurred to him that Sara was jealous of Nick and the attention he had gotten from everyone in the break room. The look of shock and subsequent realization on her face broke his last defense and the tears came fast and without warning.
“I’m not.” Sara said but the defeat in her voice told them that she knew.
“What’s to be jealous of?” He cried.
“He’s been through hell.” The words came out in hiccups between the sobs.
Strong arms embraced him, but he barely recognized his boss as the tears took control of his mind. How long he stood there and cried his heart out he would never know and Grissom just sent him home when he regained control. He grabbed his things and went out to his car. Only his hands were shaking badly by then and it took several attempts to unlock the car and get in.
Unable to start the car let alone drive he fished out his journal and read some of his old entries. It calmed him down enough to write a few lines.
Nick kissed me in the break room tonight!!!!!!!!!
We had the best date.
Grissom babysat Louise.
Sara treated me like shit tonight.
He wanted to write more, but he mostly wanted to go home and his hands had stopped shaking.
When he pulled up he noticed that the front door was open and that somebody was sitting on the landing.
“Did the house get to small?” He dug deep inside to find a calm voice.
“Kinda.” Nick swirled the yellowish fluid in his cup round in lazy circles. He sat down beside Nick and put an arm around his lover.
“Did the chamomile help?” One of the nurses at the hospital had convinced Nick of the benefits of chamomile tea.
Nick turned his head and looked into his eyes.
“Kinda.” The dark brown eyes sparkled in the morning sunlight and gave Nick a devilish look.
“Is that all you have to say?” He squinted against the sunlight and his already irritated eyes felt like the desert had taken up permanent residence there.
“I’m glad you’re home.” Nick put the cup down and hugged him.
“And I’m glad to be home.” He sighed and the overwhelming need for comfort made it more than hard for him to sit there and comfort Nick instead.
“Greg?” Nick gasped sounding out of breath from the tight embrace.
“Yeah.” He relaxed his arms.
“What’s the matter?” Nick’s voice had found its normal strength and he had been seen right through.
“Sara. She had a go at me tonight.” He thought that he had used up the days quota of tears already, but a few slipped down his cheeks anyway.
Nick stood up and offered him a hand.
“Let’s go inside and then you can tell me all about it.” Nick pulled him up.
“Is Louise sleeping?” He let Nick steer him inside.
“Yeah, finally. She didn’t fall asleep until it was like 3. But I put her in her own bed.” The last was said with an unmistakable pride.
“So?” Nick took his backpack and knelt down to set it on the floor.
“You kissed me in the break room.” Nick untied his shoelaces and eased one shoe of at a time.
“You didn’t like that?” Nick sounded worried and almost guilty.
“I loved it, you just surprised me.” Nick stood up and gently kissed him.
“I just couldn’t help myself.” Nick smiled and removed his jacket.
“Well you know that me, Warrick and Sara got sent out to this pile up?” Nick nodded and guided him towards the bedroom.
“So Warrick was working on some skid marks and I was photographing some broken glass and we were talking.” Nick nodded and started to undress him.
“We were talking about you and kissing me in public when Sara came over and started telling me off for doing it wrong.” Nick nodded and removed his own clothes.
“I had no idea why it was wrong, so I asked her to show me again and Warrick started saying that I hadn’t done anything wrong.” Nick nodded and laid them both down on the bed.
“She called me incompetent. Then Warrick got really angry and started shouting.” Nick nodded and nibbled on his left earlobe.
“I just kept saying that I’d do the pictures again. But they weren’t paying attention, not until Brass came over and told us to keep it down because of the audience.” Nick nodded as he gently suckled on his left nipple.
“So now both Brass and Warrick were giving her a hard time and I couldn’t stand it, so I tried to defend her.” Nick nodded and danced his tongue around his bellybutton.
“Anyway I ended up as her slave for the night. No matter what she told me to do I just couldn’t get it right, at least that what she kept telling me.” Nick nodded and kissed his way down over one hipbone to his inner thighs.
“I don’t know if I could have survived if Warrick hadn’t kept telling me that what I did was fine.” Nick nodded and planted a kiss on each of his balls.
“Mmh… it took forever doing the scene like that and the sun was getting up as we headed back to the lab.” Nick nodded and kissed the tip of his cock.
“Mmh… when we got back we got called in to Grissom’s office right away.” Nick nodded and took his cock in his mouth.
“Mmh… he showed us the news. We had been caught on camera mid-fight.”
His hands found their way to Nick’s hair.
“So Grissom asked for an explanation and I hadn’t seen Brass was there as well.” Nick dipped his tongue in the slit and stroked his thumb over the sensitive smooth skin behind his balls.
“Mmh… feels good. Sara and Warrick started explaining and then it occurred to me that whenever you were mentioned Sara got angrier.” He needed to release all the tension of the night, but he needed more than just a blow job for that.
“Nick… I need… more.” Nick looked up and pointed to his nightstand. It didn’t take long for his fingers to locate the lube and hand it to Nick.
“Please Nick, just a finger to help me come.” He pleaded totally oblivious to what Nick wanted or needed.
“What happened then?” Nick asked momentarily letting go of his cock.
“Well I mmh… asked if she was jealous of you.” Nick moved a slick finger over his tight muscle and tapped gently at the tiny opening.
“Mmh… she denied it, but it was so obvious that she was.” He felt the finger dip inside.
“Oh yeah so good.” Nick took closed his mouth over his cock again and began to move the finger in and out.
“I was so angry and hurt and I just screamed at her that there was no reason to be jealous of you and all the shit that you had been through.” Nick brushed his prostate and his thighs tensed.
“And then I did the must masculine thing. I started crying. One more finger please.” He begged knowing that he still needed more before he could come. Nick complied and added the second finger so gently that he felt no pain at all.
“Grissom held me in a bear hug until I stopped crying and then he… sent… me… home.” He came into Nick’s mouth and the suction that Nick maintained sent him into an orgasm of the big ones. He writhed on the bed moaning and groaning, and finally the horrors of the night vanished from his mind.
“Oh my god Nick, that was… amazing.” He smiled so much that he was sure he face would come apart.
“Figured you needed some tension release.” Nick smiled from ear to ear as well and began to withdraw his fingers.
“Make love to me kjære.” He whispered knowing that it was a lot to ask for. Nick stared at him wide eyed.
“I’m all relaxed and ready for you.” He whispered in the most sexy voice he could come up with.
“You sure? ‘Cause I don’t wanna hurt you.” The worry in Nick’s voice only made him more determined and he nodded. Nick pointed to the nightstand again and he shook his head making Nick look even more wide eyed than before.
“We’re both clean… I want you. Just you.” He grabbed a pillow and with a little help from Nick placed it under his butt. Hesitantly Nick lubed his cock and moved to kneel between his splayed legs. When he felt the soft head of Nick’s cock resting against him, he wrapped his legs around Nick’s waist and drew the Texan gently closer. He was rewarded with the wonderful sensation of being filled.
“That… that’s so tight.” Nick gasped as he was pulled inside.
“That’s so good.” He moaned tightening his legs until he felt Nick’s balls brush against his buttocks. Nick struggled to breathe and the dark eyes became almost black.
“Oh my God Greg.” Nick panted and pulled backwards when he relaxed his legs. He guided Nick in and out with his legs to begin with, as Nick seemed hesitant to move on his own account.
Eventually Nick got the idea and increased the rhythm of his thrusts. His cock had regained stiffness and was more than ready to play again. He would have screamed out loud in lust, if it wasn’t for the fact that Louise was sleeping in her room, so good was it.
The steady pace and the move of Nick’s abdominal muscles over his cock made him come again. Nick yelped when his muscles clenched and came just seconds after. For the first time he felt warm cum inside him.
Nick practically collapsed on top of him breathing hard.
“Jeg elsker deg kjære.” He whispered and stroked Nick on the head. The words were repeated in a thick voice and he felt tears fall from Nick.
“Are you crying?” Nick nodded.
“I’ve never tried anything this good.” Nick sniffled into his neck.
“Me neither, must be the love thing.” He sighed more happy and content than he had felt in ages.
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Date: 2005-10-15 02:06 pm (UTC)I am glad to hear that you are enjoying this. I never intended it to be this long, but it just keeps going.
I am writing on the next chapter, just had to work on a floor today.
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