First time

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Title: First time
Chapter: Five days, 5/11
Pairing: Nick and Greg
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17, depending on the chapter.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me
Summary: Holly Gribbs enters the scene. This is the first story I ever wrote and after having given it a makeover, I have decided to post it here.


Five days; Greg was counting the days like a child awaiting Christmas. Five days till the new CSI would start. Five days till he would no longer be Grissom’s first choice to perform experiments on. Five days till he would no longer be at the bottom of the food chain in the lab. He had worked in Vegas for a little over 10 months now and everybody kept telling him how great it was to have some one so skilled as him there. And Greg did indeed love his job even for those weird experiments Grissom put him through.


Ever since he started he had worked hard to make his apartment the perfect home for him. Each month had brought new furniture. The first paycheck had bought the couch. The second got him the bed and the big closet for the bedroom, where two shelves held some of Nick’s clothes. The third paid for the desk and the chair to the study. The fourth paid for a dining table and a couple of chairs, his parents had come for a visit and he had been so proud setting a proper table. The fifth he used to buy four additional chairs, they had been unreasonable expensive compared to the table. The sixth bought that ridiculously expensive but amazing looking coffee table. The seventh he spend on two armchairs to go with the couch. The eight and ninth he saved in order to buy a car.


Today had been the big day and he had finally bought a car. Nick had gone with him to several car dealers for the past month to find the right one. It had taken him a while to convince the Texan that he didn’t want some huge truck or SUV, but preferred smaller cars preferably European ones. The silver VW Jetta he was driving now had stolen his heart three days ago, but Nick had argued he should have a look at a few more cars before deciding. Only he had already looked at 40 at least before that. But he complied and today they had returned to buy the Jetta.


Almost everything in his life was good, sometimes he would go as far as to say borderline perfect. Except for one thing; his love life.


Nick had become the object of desire on day one here, but Nick was not a good choice and so far nothing had happened that would lead to a relationship. However a good deal of his mind was only occupied by Nick-thoughts. It certainly didn’t help that they spent a lot of their free time together working on perfecting his apartment. Nor was it helping that Nick always ended up crying on his shoulder when he had had a rough case. Which usually lead to Nick sleeping at his place once or twice per week.

No sex though, just a man with nightmares to look after. That led to an accumulation of Nick’s things in his apartment; clothes, shoes, toothbrush, shampoo, razor and aftershave.
It would have been perfect if Nick was his boyfriend, but he wasn’t and that made it pure torture on occasion. Most of the time Greg settled on being happy that Nick wanted him as a friend, it was better than just gawking at someone from afar.


Greg had made plenty of new friends after he came, but Nick always had highest priority. If Nick needed him he would dump what he was doing and be there for Nick. Several of his new friends belonged to the gay community in town and the rest were either coworkers or scientist from other labs.


He pulled the car into the parking lot next to the one Nick used at his place and Nick parked only seconds later.
“So is it still the most amazing car you’ve ever driven?” Nick asked sporting his wonderful smile.
“It certainly is! Things look normal again compared to driving your monster.” Pointing a finger at Nick’s SUV and giving him a smile to match his own.


“Ha ha. Very funny. You know Greggo that car is in desperate need of cleaning.”
“Oh yeah and it reeks of nicotine in the cabin, so I could barely concentrate on driving.” It wasn’t the whole truth but it was close enough. The idea of car washing and Nick settled in the front of his mind, he started walking up the stairs in front of Nick. It had only taken him a few days to realize that walking behind Nick was a very bad idea unless he wanted his blood concentrating in the groin.


Five minutes later they returned with buckets of water and a variety of chemicals to fight the dirt on the Jetta. Greg figured that cleaning the interior was the best way to not linger half the time staring at Nick or well at least it wouldn’t be so obvious. Two hours later the car was spotless and smelled of lemons, real lemons. His mother always used to squeeze a lemon into the soap water claiming that the effect was far better than those artificial smells of lemon that was added to cleaning products.


“I don’t get it Greggo?! How did we get so filthy and the car so clean?”
“You are the CSI; figure it out.” He was enjoying the sight of a dirty nearly soaked Nick Stokes in front of him and gave him a win-them-all smile. Nick responded to the provocation by lashing one of the rags at him hitting him on the hip with a big splash. Two minutes later Nick was finally soaked and for once in a white t-shirt, Greg was just as wet but they had both made sure to avoid the car.


“Why don’t you go pick up some Thai and I’ll hit the shower and pretty up while you’re gone?” He tilted his head and abused his charm to the fullest making Nick shake his head and head for his SUV.
“Anything special or just the usual suspects?”
“Hmm the usual suspect sounds fine.” Greg licked his lips in anticipation and added a coy look. Nick retaliated by removing his t-shirt. He caught his smart reply in the making because it involved hot mind numbing sex.


When Nick returned 20 minutes later he had showered, dressed, sat the table and put away after the car wash. Changed his mind several times over whether to put candles on the table or not. It was a well known internal debate but today he had actually put the candles there and was lighting them when Nick in a fresh t-shirt walked in the door.
“What’s that for?” Nick pointed to the lit candles with a very suspicious look.
“For celebrating having bought my first car!!!” Greg sounding like it was the most ridiculous question he’d ever been asked.


“You’re nuts Greggo.”
“Why do you always state the obvious? That I’m hanging out with you should be all you need to conclude that.” He loved it when he made Nick’s face come apart in that fantastic smile.


For the following four days Greg’s car was the most talked of thing in the lab and Greg of course had done most of the talking himself. Nick had as always listened with the greatest patience and for once Warrick had shown an actual interest, most other people just disappeared when Greg got lost in some explanation. This night Holly Gribbs was at the center of attention. She was the new CSI fresh out of the class room. It didn’t take long before Brass’ attempt to scare her away and Grissom’s vampire stunt became known all over the lab.


Greg had plenty of work to do that night so much in fact that he hadn’t paid much attention to what everyone else was doing.
Then all of a sudden the lab resembled an over kicked ant hill. It took a while before he found out what had happened and when he did he panicked. Warrick had left her and so had the uniform. He knew that Warrick would blame himself for this and that meant that Nick would do the same; the question was how bad it would be. Ecklie showed up and gave Brass an earful according to the rumor mill.


When he finally saw Nick he knew it was going to be the worst day in his life. Somehow he managed to haul the Texan to the club, but dancing didn’t help at all. Nick was so angry with Warrick over her death. He could both see and feel the tension in every muscle in the Texans body. That day the club didn’t help at all and after an hour Greg led them off the floor and to the parking lot. It took a long debate with Nick to make him surrender the keys. Greg had no idea how late it was when they made it to his apartment.


He unlocked the door pushed Nick inside and used his foot to close the door again. Nick just stood frozen in the hallway. The fear that had settled in Greg had subsided and he made a decision. He spun Nick round and pinned him against the wall, he dropped to his knees undid Nick’s jeans and yanked them down along with the boxers. Nick still wasn’t responding. With one hand on Nick’s hip to restrain him he grabbed Nick’s half aroused cock and started moving at a steady pace.


“Greg, you… I… it …” Nick’s voice was weak and uneven.
He placed his mouth on Nick’s now very hard cock and slowly licked over the sensitive head causing Nick to moan. He increased the pace and intensified his mouths actions making Nick gasping for air moaning more and more at each stroke. The whole of Nick’s body tensed even more Greg increased his strokes and sucked eagerly on the head wondering how much more Nick could take. Nick’s hands moved to his hair and he grabbed in uncontrolled spasms panting hard.


Greg dipped his tongue in the slit and Nick gave in and came long and hard his whole body releasing the tension, the guilt and the anger. Greg swallowed the semen and caressed the head with his tongue for a little while longer making Nick whimper. Nick’s whole body was shaking and Greg now used both hands to support him. He stopped when it became clear to him that Nick was crying. He pulled up Nick’s boxers and removed his shoes helping Nick to step out his jeans.


It was a slow and painstaking process of getting Nick to fall asleep. Nick cried more than ever before but this time he talked and talked. Talked about how guilty he was over being so angry with Warrick, how he had broken protocol, how he had been more interested in his 100th case and that he would have done exactly the same. Warrick should have been responsible and showed her the ropes not matter how much she wanted to prove herself.


Greg kept telling him that it wasn’t only his fault that the cop was to blame too and that Brass had tried to scare her of. He tried his best to convince Nick that Holly had become a victim of bad timing and of circumstance. How much Nick actually believed he never knew but he could feel him calm down and finally fall asleep.


Greg lay awake long after just listening to the Texans steady breathing and thinking; thinking about the blow-job. What would it mean, would it become a wall between them or would it bring Nick out of the closet? Would their friendship end or would it develop?
He decided that what he had done was tension-release, not sex. There had been no kissing, no returning the favor and no lovey dovey words.


He woke by a gentle tucking on the arm. The day’s events caught up with in a flash and he opened his eyes only to be met by a red eyed Nick.
“You must have forgotten to set the alarm. We’ve got less than an hour to get to work in.” Nick sounded sleepy.
After a few seconds of disbelief they jumped to action and got there on time. Neither spoke about Greg’s “favor” to Nick.


Previous chapters can be found here:

First time, First night, chapter 1

First time, Second night, chapter 2

First time, Third week, chapter 3

First time, Fourth week, chapter 4