FIC: One Good Man -- part 3/?

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Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Status: incomplete, 3/?
Archive: just let me know
Email: geekwriter143@yahoo.com
Spoilers: "Play with Fire"
Disclaimers: Not mine. The only profit I get is feedback.
Summary: The morning after; Nick and Greg are still in San Francisco for a conference—not that they bother leaving the hotel. Pure schmoopy smut.
Author's Notes: I'm a feedback whore. Actually, all writers are feedback whores, but I'm especially 'ho-ish. Feel free to send any kind of feedback—I like constructive criticism just as much as praise. After all, if no one tells you what's not working you can't fix it and improve as a writer.



Nick groaned softly and stretched. His muscles were sore, his triceps and abs especially, and his eyes were itchy like they got every time he slept in his contacts. He felt the heat of another body in the bed and slid towards it as if by instinct. He pressed his chest against the sleeping man's back, slid an arm around his waist and placed his hand flat on the man's abdomen. Nick hummed contentedly in the back of his throat as he felt the man press back against him.

"What time is it?" Nick asked, his voice thick with sleep.

"Early, yet," Greg whispered, reaching back to slide his hand along Nick's thigh. "Go back to sleep."

Nick nuzzled his face against the back of Greg's neck and began to drift towards sleep. His eyelids fluttered open. Greg?

The night before came back to him in a dizzying rush. Meeting Greg's parents, getting a bottle of Jack, making out on a deserted street corner, hurrying back to the hotel so that they could…

Nick's cock began to lengthen and swell as he remembered the feeling of Greg's fingers in his hair, Greg's mouth against his mouth, Greg's legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Good morning to you, too," Greg murmured, grinding back against Nick's growing erection.

"Greg," Nick whispered.

Greg slid his hand over Nick's and pulled it up against his chest. "I had the weirdest dream. I was in this spelling bee, and everyone in the audience had spaghetti for heads. I was so hungry but I was trying not to think about it since if I tried to eat any of the spaghetti heads I'd get disqualified, and then when I got up to the mic I couldn't even remember how to spell gammahydroxybutyrate."

Nick laughed softly. "I wonder what the Freudian interpretation of that would be."

Greg groaned, then turned so that he and Nick were facing. He slid one leg up over Nick's hip and snuggled into Nick's arms, nuzzling his face into the space beneath Nick's chin. "No dream analysis allowed in bed," he said. "In fact," he yawned, "no analysis of any kind." He slid his fingers lazily through the hair on the back of Nick's head and sighed contentedly.

Nick couldn't deny how good it felt. He knew it wasn't smart, knew it would probably turn out to be one of the biggest mistakes he'd ever made, but it felt so damn good to hold Greg in his arms. He slid his hand up and down Greg's back, then realized that the oddly smooth patterns of skin he felt were burn scars. As he felt the scars against his fingertips, he wondered how he could have forgotten about them.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

"A little sore." Greg's voice was groggy. "But I kind of like it. You were a little crazy there at the end."

Nick smiled into Greg's hair. "No, I…I meant your back."

"Oh. No. Doesn't hurt." He began to pepper Nick's neck with soft kisses. "It felt a little tight after the burns first healed, but it's fine now. And even though they look slightly Freddy Krueger, at least I got a good story out of it."

"How do you figure?"

"Well, come on. Explosions are cool. Not as cool as motorcycle accidents, maybe, but a close second."

Nick pulled back so he could see Greg's face. "Have you ever actually seen a motorcycle accident?"

"I'm not saying the accidents themselves are cool, I'm just saying that it's cool to be able to say you were in a motorcycle accident. Like Keanu Reeves."

"Motorcycle accidents turn people into hamburger, Greg."

"And hand grenades turn people into tomato soup. I know. I'm just saying that if I have to have scars, getting blown up makes for a better story than if I'd set my bong on fire."

"You know the PD does random drug tests."

"Of course I know. I get good overtime to process them. And I stopped smoking weed in tenth grade, so don't worry about it." He ran his thumb along Nick's lower lip. "You're such a cop sometimes."

"Just don't want you getting into any trouble," Nick whispered before kissing the tip of Greg's thumb.

"Mmm…how chivalrous of you," Greg murmured, tightening his leg around Nick's hip, drawing their bodies close together.

Nick moaned softly as he felt Greg's erection rub up against his own. "You sure you wanna start anything? We might be late for the morning lectures."

Greg lifted his head up to glance at the clock. "It's early," he said, planting kisses along Nick's jaw line. "We've got at least two hours."

Nick grinned and rolled Greg over onto his back, pinned his arms above his head. "Still might be late," he whispered, his breath hot against Greg's ear. Greg shivered, making Nick smile. "The ear, huh?" he asked softly.

Greg groaned and arched up against him as Nick began to suck on his earlobe.

"So beautiful," Nick murmured. "So, so beautiful…"

"You, too." Greg finally managed to pull his arms from Nick's grasp. He slid his hands up and down Nick's back, pulled him close, held him tight as their bodies rocked slowly together.

Nick moaned against Greg's neck as Greg slid his finger between Nick's ass cheeks and rubbed gently.

"Feel nice?" Greg asked.

"Yeah."

Greg slid out from under him, planted kisses along Nick's spine as his fingers continued their exploration. "You want me to fuck you?" Greg asked softly.

Nick pushed up on his elbows. "I don't usually…"

Greg smiled and pressed on Nick's shoulder. "Well, then, it's time to move outside your comfort zone." He leaned close and kissed the back of Nick's neck.

"Greg, really, I—"

"Shh," Greg murmured. "It's OK. I'm not going to do anything you won't like, I promise. Do you trust me?"

Nick took a deep breath and nodded as he felt one of Greg's hands caress his ass. "Yeah. I trust you."

Slowly, Greg kissed his way down Nick's muscular back. Nick closed his eyes and took a deep breath, let himself relax as Greg's mouth burned across his skin, as his fingers prodded and spread him open.

And, Jesus, that was Greg's tongue. That was Greg's tongue he felt against his asshole, hot and wet, lapping and circling around the tight pucker. He shuddered and couldn't help but arch up against him. Greg moaned in response, and Nick felt the hum all though his body. His breath was coming in unsteady jerks as Greg parted his ass cheeks with his hands so that he could have better access to Nick's hole.

He'd had it done to him before, of course, but it hadn't ever felt like that. It hadn't ever felt so intimate, so hot, so dirty in the best possible sense of the word.

Nick actually cried out as he felt Greg's tongue enter him and ease past the tight ring of muscle. His entire body shuddered and his mind must have short circuited because he couldn't think anything except, "More, more, more."

Then Greg replaced his tongue with a finger and Nick thought he might crawl out of his skin. Jesus. He'd never been that on edge, that turned on, not even the night before when he'd first slid his cock into Greg's willing hole.

"Feel good?" Greg asked softly, his breath warm against the skin of Nick's lower back.

Nick moaned and arched up against Greg's hand in response.

"You want more?"

He whimpered, nodded, and was rewarded with another finger and Greg's mouth on him again, his tongue tracing around the opening of Nick's pucker.

"Do you want it all?" Greg asked. He wasn't talking dirty like Nick had the night before, he was just asking. His voice was soft and as gentle as the fingers he was using to slowly fuck Nick's ass.

"Yes," Nick gasped. "God, Greg, need you inside me." He wanted to cry when he felt Greg's fingers leave him, wanted to beg for him to never stop. He heard the rustle of the condom, wrapper, though, knew what Greg was doing.

Greg positioned his body over Nick's, kissed the back of his neck. "Tell me if it hurts," he whispered. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

Nick nodded, reached back to grip Greg's head and pull him down for a sloppy, off-center kiss.

And when Greg entered him it was like fireworks were going off behind his eyelids. There was pain, yes, but he pushed back against it and didn't tell Greg to stop because it felt so good. Felt so amazing to be filled like that, to feel himself stretch and open for Greg's cock.

He pushed up onto his hands and knees, the better to receive Greg's slow, measured thrusts. Greg wrapped one arm around his chest and held him close. "Is it OK?" Greg asked.

Nick let out a half laugh, half moan and nodded. "So good. God, baby, you feel so good inside me."

Greg smiled and kissed the back of Nick's neck. "Just wanna make you feel good," he whispered.

Nick rocked back against him, meeting every one of Greg's thrusts. It was maddening, the slow, steady pace Greg had set. He could feel Greg's cock pulling out, nearly leaving him, then sliding back in, spreading him over and over again.

It wasn't the frantic sex Nick was used to. It wasn't the quick, anonymous "I'm gonna fuck your brains out" sex that he'd always had before.

Not that it wasn't good, because it was. It was toe-curling, sheet-twisting good. It's just that Greg fucked him so slowly, leisurely, as if they had all the time in the world, as if it were about more than just getting off.

And that's what got him, what turned him on and what terrified him at the same time—the knowledge that they weren't just fucking. It meant something, didn't it? It had to mean something. The way he felt, brand new and beautiful and invincible, that had to mean something.

He was almost surprised when he came. He'd been focusing on so much more than himself, had been focusing on the way Greg felt inside him, the soft sounds Greg was making, the way their bodies rocked together then apart, that he hadn't been concentrating on how close he was. He came hard, twisting the sheets in his hands, and Greg's mouth was on his back, kissing him, tasting his sweat, whispering, "That's good, baby, so good. Come on, baby, come for me."

When Greg came he could feel it, could feel the hot pulses inside him, filling the condom.

Nick collapsed down onto the mattress, Greg on top of him, and he reached back to stroke Greg's hair. He hated it when Greg pulled out of him. It was the only part that was really uncomfortable because he suddenly felt so empty.

"You're good at that," Nick said breathlessly as Greg stretched out beside him.

Greg smiled lazily. "Well, I am a man of many talents."

Nick let his eyes close. "What time is it?"

"We have a while before the alarm goes off. Sleep."

Nick nodded and was asleep before he could say anything else. When the alarm went off it was the most terrible sound he'd ever heard, and he groaned and pulled a pillow over his head.

"Come on, sleepy head," Greg said, pulling the pillow away. "If you get up I promise to wash your back."

Nick opened one eye and grunted a response.

"And I'll make you coffee, just the way you like it."

Nick pushed himself up off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. His body ached. His muscles were tight and sore. He wasn't a kid anymore, couldn't fuck the night away and wake up refreshed the next morning none the worse for wear.

The hot water and Greg's nimble fingers helped ease his aching muscles, but not even Greg's coffee could make him fully awake.

Once Nick was settled into the morning lecture he wished he'd had another cup of Greg's coffee, or four. His head began to tilt forward as he let his eyes close. He jerked his head back up and blinked his eyes a few times, stifled a yawn. He was paying attention. He was. The lecturer was talking about…double sided tape? He had no idea what she was talking about. He'd been dozing through most of the lecture, no matter how hard he tried to tell himself he was awake.

He looked at the clock. Another hour? He stifled another yawn. Another hour of a lecture he couldn't pay attention to sounded like torture. His back was starting to tighten up and ache, the room was too hot, and his ass had fallen asleep. Well, not all of his ass. He felt a pleasant throb each time he shifted in his seat, could still feel where Greg's cock had been..

Nick blushed and crossed his legs, even though no one was paying any attention to him or the hard-on growing in his pants.

He only had an hour. He could do an hour. An hour about…masking tape. She was talking about masking tape. Which made sense, because he remembered that the lecture was about how to lift prints from atypical surfaces, like the sticky side of a piece of tape.

He was paying attention to the lecture. Hell, he'd even take notes. He was concentrating on masking tape, and not thinking at all about the way Greg's tongue had felt in his ass. Greg's hot, warm tongue lapping against his asshole, sending shivers of ecstasy through every cell in his body.

No, he was definitely not thinking about the way Greg's breath had felt on the back of his neck, not thinking about the soft words he'd whispered as he slid his cock slowly inside Nick. He wasn't thinking about Greg's arms wrapped around his chest, or the dizzying sensation of being so full, stretched so wide and how amazingly delicious it had been. He wasn't thinking about how he'd never really enjoyed it before, not until Greg. He wasn't thinking about Greg doing it again.

He was paying attention to the lecture. He was listening. Really, he was. He was absolutely not thinking about finding the conference room Greg was in, dragging him away from the lecture about gene sequencing or whatever, taking him back up to the room and fucking his brains out. Nick was most definitely not thinking about that.

By the time the lecture was over Nick had managed to get his hard-on to go down, but he was pretty sure his balls were going to turn blue.

He wandered down the hall past the other convention rooms, supposedly making his way towards the buffet lunch in lecture hall 3, but really just looking for Greg.

He heard Greg's voice before he saw him and he headed towards Greg's bright tone as if guided by instinct.

"It was pretty basic," Greg was saying as Nick made his way through the crowd towards him. "Using epithelials from the surface of the lockbox, I just amplified three STR loci using a polymerase chain reaction. Oh, hey, Nick."

"Hey," Nick said, feeling a grin spread across his face.

"This is Nick Stokes, he works with me in Vegas. He's a CSI 3," Greg said. "Nick, this is Teresa Dample, she's a fingerprint tech from Des Moines."

Nick hadn't even paid any attention to the girl standing too close to Greg. When he turned and looked at her he realized she was the one Greg had been hoping to score with their first night. She was pretty enough, he guessed, but she did kind of have a mustache. And if she didn't take her hand off Greg's arm within the next three seconds Nick was going to have to remove it for her.

"Des Moines, huh?" Nick asked. "Are you friends with Trudy?"

Teresa shook her head. "Trudy…?"

"Greg's wife, Trudy. She's from Des Moines, isn't she Greg?"

Greg choked on his coffee.

"Careful there," Nick said, patting him on the back.

"I…should go find my friends," Teresa said.

Nick grinned at her and waved as Teresa walked away and Greg tried to calm his coughing spell.

"Trudy?" Greg asked. "You gave me a wife named Trudy?"

"First name I could think of."

"Yeah, but a wife? You couldn’t have said she was just a girlfriend?"

Nick shrugged. "A girlfriend wouldn't have scared her off so fast."

Greg smirked, then shook his head as he walked towards the elevators. "Coming?" he asked, glancing behind him at Nick.

Nick grinned and nodded.

"So," Greg said once the elevator doors were closed. "Trudy."

"Could have been worse. I could have named her Ethel."

"I'm still curious as to why you gave me a wife at all."

"Oh, come on. That bitch was all over you."

Greg smirked and leaned back against the elevator wall. "Aw, yeah," he said, nodding.

"What?" Nick asked as the doors opened on their floor.

Greg just grinned. Nick noticed that he was actually strutting on his way to the room.

"What was all that about?" Nick asked as the hotel room door closed behind him.

Greg grinned and crossed his arms over his chest. "You were totally jealous."

Nick shrugged. "She just seemed to be hanging all over you. I did you a favor."

"Uh-huh. Because it has nothing to do with you wanting me all to yourself. Nothing to do with me completely rocking your world. Twice."

"Maybe a little bit of that last part," Nick said, reaching out to touch Greg's cheek.

"You're totally addicted, aren't you?" Greg asked.

"Now, I wouldn't say addicted," Nick murmured as he pulled Greg's body against his. "But, you know, it's kinda nice."

"Mmm. Kinda nice," Greg said as he slid his hands down to grip Nick's tight ass. "I'm kind of addicted to you, too."

Nick smiled as he pressed his cheek to Greg's.

"Never before in my entire life have I gotten turned on during a lecture on identifying separate DNA strands in a multiple donor sample," Greg said, kissing his way down Nick's chest. "I hope nobody saw that I was getting wood. They're gonna think I'm a pervert when really I was just thinking about you." He unfastened the button on Nick's pants and tugged the zipper down.

Nick clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I'm surprised at your unprofessional behavior, Sanders."

Greg rolled his eyes. "Sure you are," he said before parting his lips and taking Nick's cock into his mouth.

Nick groaned and braced his hands against Greg's shoulders to steady himself. Greg's mouth was so warm, so wet, his tongue so soft as it lapped against the underside of his cockhead, teasing the ultra-sensitive nerve endings there.

Greg wrapped his hand around the base of Nick's cock and stroked it as he concentrated on teasing and licking around the head. Nick shivered and moaned, gripped Greg's shoulders tight, had to fight every urge just to grab Greg's head in his hands and fuck his mouth, shove his cock down Greg's throat.

"You're killing me here," Nick gasped. "Jesus, Greg, don't tease me. Take it all."

Greg pulled his mouth off Nick's cock and stroked it against his cheek as he grinned. "You like?" he asked, licking a stripe from the base of Nick's cock to the tip.

Nick nodded, ran his fingers through Greg's hair. "Take it all."

Greg kissed the tip of Nick's cock, licked a drop of iridescent precum blossoming at the tip. He swirled his tongue around his cockhead, kissed it again, parted his lips to take just the first inch into his mouth.

"I mean it, Greg." Nick was panting. "God, just fucking suck it."

"All in due time," Greg whispered, kissing along the underside of Nick's erection, then sliding his tongue over Nick's balls.

Nick cried out in frustration and yanked Greg to his feet, clawed at his clothes, pulling them off as quickly as he could.

Greg gasped as Nick shoved him onto the bed. "Impatient, much?" he asked, trying to tease but unable to keep the lust out of his voice. He'd never had anyone that frantic for him before.

"You," Nick said as he peeled his shirt off, "are gonna see what happens to teases."

Greg smiled a giddy smile. "Am I gonna like it?"

Nick nodded as he stripped out of his pants. "Oh, yeah." He gripped Greg's ankle, pulled him down the bed, slid his hands up to Greg's hips and flipped him over.

Greg bit his lip and ground his hips against the mattress as Nick stroked the small of his back with one hand and reached for the condoms and lube with the other. He liked how strong Nick was, how forceful he could be. To him, that was one of the best parts about being with a guy, having someone whose strength matched his own.

"You ready?" Nick asked in a throaty voice that made Greg shudder.

"Yeah."

"Get on your hands and knees."

Greg pushed himself up, pressed back against the touch of Nick's hands on his ass.

Nick knelt between Greg's spread legs, ran his hand up, slid his fingers over the shiny pink skin that marred Greg's back. He leaned to kiss the scars gently, turned his head and rubbed them against his cheek.

"Nick," Greg whispered in a shaky voice.

"You're so beautiful," Nick murmured, rocking against him.

"Please," Greg whispered. "Please, Nick. Now."

He didn't hesitate, just rolled on the condom and slicked up with lube then entered Greg quickly.

Greg cried out and arched his head back.

"Yeah," Nick growled as he gripped Greg's slim hips in his hands. "Yeah, that's what teases get."

Greg whimpered as he started to press back into Nick's thrusts. "Gonna have to tease you more often," he panted.

"You like it like this? You like it when I just take you? Just shove my cock up your hot little ass?"

Greg nodded, gripped the sheets in his hands, collapsed down onto his elbows, resting his head against his forearms.

Nick's fingers were strong, holding Greg's hips so tight that he'd have fingertip shaped bruises there later. He held on tight, holding Greg still, pulling him back to meet each forceful thrust.

And he may not have been in his 20's anymore, but he could still fuck with the best of them. And three times in a 24 hour period was hardly his record, but then again he really wasn't in his 20's anymore.

He slid his arms around Greg's chest, pulled him up so that his own chest rubbed against Greg's back. "Love being inside of you," he whispered.

Greg groaned and arched his head back, giving Nick access to the smooth skin of his throat.

Nick slid his hand down Greg's taut stomach and gripped his cock tight. He stroked it slowly, timing it with the grinding thrusts of his hips, making Greg laugh and moan and shiver.

"I thought about you all morning," Nick murmured.

"Me, too."

"I couldn't think about anything but this, anything but having you in my arms again."

"I know." Greg's breath caught in his throat as Nick stroked his cock. "Jesus, Nick, if you don't stop that soon I'm gonna…"

"Gonna what?" Nick asked, continuing to slide his hand up and down Greg's erection. "You gonna come for me baby? That what you're gonna do?"

Greg nodded, then let out a strangled cry as he shot his load across the sheets, body going rigid, ass flexing convulsively around Nick's cock.

A few more thrusts and Nick was coming, too, and then they collapsed onto the bed, laughing and kissing, their sweaty, sticky bodies wrapped together.

"So," Greg whispered against Nick's shoulder, "what do you think this bed would look like if we shined the ALS on it?"

Nick laughed softly, rubbing the small of Greg's back with his fingers. "Never use the ALS in your hotel room, man. There are some things you just don't wanna know."

"Well, you know, if it's just ours…"

"Trust me. It's never just yours."

Greg smiled and nuzzled against Nick's warm skin. "So," he said again after they'd caught their breath. "Tell me more about Trudy. She's totally hot, right?"

Nick growled and pulled Greg close against him. "She's a total dog, a bitch on wheels, and she makes your life a living hell."

Greg sighed and draped his arm across Nick's chest. "Why'd I marry her, then?"

He slid his fingers through Greg's sweat damp hair. "Forget about Trudy, baby. She's in the past. It's just you and me, now."