Ser Sucio, chapter 6.
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nickngregAuthor: Exit Music
Title: Ser Sucio, Chapter 6
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17 due to subject matter.
Warnings: violence of sorts.
Spoilers: contains elements from "Play With Fire" and "Overload."
Summary: AU, Ghosts of the past. Chapter six of a WIP.
A/N: I do not own these characters, I merely worship them.
---
Tucking him in, Nick smoothed a hand over downy covers. The boy had adopted a new face, familiarity glowing hot. It was the younger version of him, Shrimpy Nicky, as his brother would taunt, all mussed hair and unbuttoned pajama shirt.
‘Is she coming home soon?’ The child locked eyes, wincing from small friction burns, chest flushed from abrasive grip.
‘Yeah, little man, Momma’s coming home real soon. Here, lemme help you with that.’ He secured the tiny snaps, rubbing his head gently.
‘I’m scared.’
‘It’ll be ok, I promise.’ Nick’s miniature double grabbed hold of his shoulders, freeing from the sheets, and kissed him sharply.
‘Celia tastes like grandpa smoke, huh?’ He pulled the boy off, nicotine-laden saliva coating his lower lip.
‘Yeah.’
‘She’s downstairs still. I’m ‘fraid she’ll come back up if my mom doesn’t come home soon.’
Wiping his mouth, he kissed the child’s forehead.
‘Celia’ll stay down there, Nicky, she’s done for the night.’ A quick strike of knuckles to door made them both jump abruptly.
‘No, she’s not!’ The boy hid, cowering as he screamed. The doorframe split, blinding light camouflaged the monster.
‘You lied mister, you lied!’ Nick leaped from the bed, spread arms shielding the frightened child.
‘You weren’t supposed to come back, you bitch!’
---
“Nicky, Nick…wake up.”
“You were mumbling in your sleep again, everything ok?” He smiled, touching Greg’s hand.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Rubbing his eyes, a flight attendant brushed past.
“Fasten your seatbelt sir, we’re approaching soon.”
The week prior to the trip had been filled with reservations, packing lists, and phone calls, head spinning from the movement. Healing quickly, Nick knew it had to be done, lay it to rest, sprinkle down soil and walk away clean. Greg had been wonderful, turning slightly into his mother, preparing meals, arranging things, never leaving his side for more than a minute. He could sense the anxiety, and knew it was his fault. He created the paranoia that his partner was flooded with, the root, the cause. Guilt seeped, not knowing how he could make it right. The trip would be a healing agent, in many ways he thought. For both of them.
“And thank you for flying American Airlines, enjoy your stay in Dallas…”
Lost amongst the crazed mass exodus, he held tight to Greg’s arm, shock setting in.
He was back home.
---
“What, Enterprise didn’t have a Pickup truck available?”
“Nope, sorry there, Tex, you’re stuck with the midsize. Saddle up, pardner!” Greg giggled, watching him squirm at the sight of the sedan. Wary about the toll the journey would take on Nick he tried keeping the mood light, no serious talks, no voicing uncertainties, stable conditions.
“I can’t believe I’m sitting in something that almost touches the damn ground. And you ever call me Tex again, I’m gonna hogtie you.” Nick settled in, watching Greg maneuver through exiting traffic.
“Promises, promises…” Flipping through the channels, he couldn’t help but feel out of place. Country, Tejano, country, classic rock, country, talk. He wasn’t going to make it.
“Aren’t there any real radio stations out here?”
“When in Rome, babe…” Cursing at the dashboard, he switched it off. Nick laughed, putting a hand on Greg’s thigh, squeezing playfully.
“So, where am I headed again?”
“Bethel, only about fifteen minutes away. Just keep your eyes open for the purple mailbox.” Morning sun warm against his face, he covered Nick’s hand with his own.
---
Turning into the gravel driveway, he couldn’t help but laugh. As plain as day it sat, a steel, bright purple mailbox set in cement protected by an old tractor tire.
“Honk the horn, honk the horn!” Nicky bounced, getting out of the car.
“Alright, alright, honking the horn.” Within seconds a large blonde woman came bounding towards them, ripped jeans and oversized Zeppelin tee, screen door slamming behind her.
“Nicky Stokes, you get your skinny ass over here and give your cousin a hug!” She practically squealed as they embraced, both giggling like schoolgirls.
“Damn, Crystal, how are ya! God, your hair’s gotten so long!” He watched Nick melt into her, playing with her ponytail.
“And this little sexpot must be Greg!” As Crystal hugged tightly, he could feel the air being pushed out of each lung individually. She hauled in their bags, resisting help, and pointed them to the main room of the old farmhouse.
“I know what Nick wants, but how about you darlin?” Before he could answer she rushed into the kitchen, feeling overwhelmed he turned his gaze to Nick. He smiled back, patting a knee.
“See, this place was my haven during the college years, babe. Once a month I’d drive upstate from school, and spend all weekend partying with Crystal. My uncle owned this place til he died; she inherited it and turned it into Bethel’s only escape from the zealots. Hey, Chris, you still keep boarders here?” She waltzed in carrying a tray, iced tea clinking as she went.
“On occasion. I get more during the fall and winter, when the queer kids aren’t allowed to go to their own homes over the holidays, they stay here and we blast music and bake cookies. It’s good company no matter how ya slice it.” She handed them each a glass, and reclined, gesturing to him.
“So, Greggo, I heard ya got canned from that music group you were with, what’s next, huh?” He took a gulp, snorting.
“Ah well, I’m sure I’ll find another band that needs a well groomed DJ with his own equipment, Vegas is starving for another break out group like The Killers.”
“Well, I’m more a Stones fan myself, this new stuff just goes in one ear and out the other.” Nick poked her, shaking his head.
“You’re only a month older than I am, for pete’s sake.”
“Watch it boy,” she teased, kicking at his foot. Greg could feel they needed time, excusing himself from the get together.
“Well, I’m kinda beat from the flight, I think I’ll lie down a while.” Nick grazed his cheek, dropping a hushed ‘I love you’ as they kissed.
“Alright there, hot stuff, I’ll have lunch ready when ya get up.” Greg laughed at her, closing the bedroom door.
---
“Well, Nicky, just you and me now.” He nodded, snuggling up to her on the couch, resting his head on her shoulder.
“So, you gonna tell me why you pulled a stunt like that, son?” He grimaced, knowing it was time to take the medicine Crystal never failed to dole out. She acted more like an aunt than a cousin, always older than her years would suggest.
“Well, you held it in a whole twenty minutes, that’s a new record Chris.” Slapping his head, she urged him on.
“Talk to me, Nick. You put a lotta people through some serious shit these past several days, now, tell me what’s rolling around in that thick skull a yours.”
“It was a mistake, ok? I should never’ve taken such a drastic step, and I’m aware of what I’ve done. I know it didn’t solve anything, I think it might’ve just made it worse.” Whispering, he continued.
“I’ve hurt him, Chris. He’s scared to leave me by myself, the only time I have alone is when I go to pee, and even then, the door’s open.” She held him close, running a hand over his back.
“I know, honey. Things’ll be right for the both of ya soon enough, I promise. I’m still not sure why you did it, or what caused it, but I’d like to help settle it. For now, just take a day or two to chill out here, maybe take a daytrip down to the lake, or drag him to a cowboy bar, that’ll really get’em.”
“No, that’ll get me single.” She clasped a hand to her mouth, stifling a belly laugh. Rising up, he decided to join Greg. Crystal hugged him once more, and walked him to the room.
“Despite present circumstances, it’s really good to see you, honey.” He smiled, leaning into her arms.
“You too, Chris.”
---
Feeling the bed shift, he turned around to face Nick. He waited for him to find a comfortable position, still not able to rest weight on the bandaged forearm. Moving in, Greg roamed over the canvas of his face, peppering lines with soft kisses.
“How are ya, Nicky?”
“I’m ok, babe. I was thinking, Crystal mentioned us heading down to the lake tomorrow; I thought it’d be a good idea. Maybe rent a boat, pack a lunch, how about it?” He wrapped an arm around him, running a few fingers underneath Nick’s shirt.
“Sounds great, you don’t think all that sun will hurt you though?”
“Nah, I’ll wear my hat, and bring along an arsenal of bottled water, ok?” He grinned, placing forehead to forehead. Nick’s breathing hitched slightly as he began to drift off, body contradicting mind, a hardness made itself known.
“Well hello there,” Greg whispered, Nick laughing quietly.
“I think the close quarters is what did it, cause honestly…” he sighed warmly at his partner’s bashful smile, and gently unzipped his jeans, erection jutting through cotton briefs. Carefully he enveloped Nick’s cock with cooled fingers, remaining still, he asked permission.
“Is this ok, Nicky?” Before an answer was delivered Nick thrust into his hand, adjusting slightly, cautious of his arm. Greg explored his mouth as he soothingly pumped his fist, tongue craving wet heat, he could feel his body begin to shudder with the rush. Snaking a left hand in, he could feel Nick timing his movements in unison, slightly callused palm brushing over his shaft. The sensation of being touched by Nick alone sent his eyes back, and remembering himself, he fought the urge to come instantaneously.
“I love you…I love you, baby…I love you so much…” Nick mumbled through busied lips. Moving fast, Greg kissed deeper with each stroke, jagged breath signaling the end. Grunting low they came together, painting fingers opalescent. Greg looked up, surprised at the sudden relief on Nick’s face, an expression not seen in what had been two very long weeks. Wiping his hand, he relaxed into him, listening to the quickened thud of his heart.
“Was that alright?” A warm hand tousled his hair; Nick nodded, and dozed off.
---
Waking up alone, the neon numbers of the alarm clock read back evening time. Sun on its downswing, he shuffled to the kitchen, raucous laughter perking up sleepy senses.
“I tell ya Greggo, I get some damn loud twinkies here sometimes, when they a get to going late at night, I could swear they’re performing exorcisms!” He fell back in the chair as he laughed along, flicking Greg’s ear.
“Well, look who it ain’t? You missed lunch and almost supper there, Nicky. Your main squeeze here told me you weren’t too fond of fatty foods these days, so I made up burgers and a couple pounds a extra greasy French fries!” Greg snorted, dipping a fry in thick ketchup, and zipped it into his mouth.
“ Well Chris, I guess I’m having burgers and fries then.” She plopped into her seat, passing a full plate.
“Damn right you are, you thin lil’ shit!” It felt like old times, the trips in college were a real escape, alternative salvation. He needed Crystal, she knew what he was going through, after announcing her preference for the fairer sex her mother promptly kicked her out, father more accepting let her stay with him. Those lost weekends were always carefree, no worries about what the frat was up to, no need to keep up appearances, around Crystal he had the opportunity to be himself.
“So, I hear you’re all geared up to go to Cedar Creek? That’ll be a good time; it’s a weekday so the tourists shouldn’t be too bad.” Greg rubbed his knee under the table, and with a huge mouthful of burger, attempted a smile. Nick fell out, chuckling loudly as he watched Greg chew through fits of giggles.
“That was one hell of a grin there, babe!” Crystal shook her head at the boys, and resumed eating.
“Preschoolers, the both of ya!” Exchanging glances, they nodded simultaneously.
---
tbc.
Chapter 1 HERE
Chapter 2 HERE
Chapter 3 HERE
Chapter 4 HERE
Chapter 5 HERE
Title: Ser Sucio, Chapter 6
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17 due to subject matter.
Warnings: violence of sorts.
Spoilers: contains elements from "Play With Fire" and "Overload."
Summary: AU, Ghosts of the past. Chapter six of a WIP.
A/N: I do not own these characters, I merely worship them.
---
Tucking him in, Nick smoothed a hand over downy covers. The boy had adopted a new face, familiarity glowing hot. It was the younger version of him, Shrimpy Nicky, as his brother would taunt, all mussed hair and unbuttoned pajama shirt.
‘Is she coming home soon?’ The child locked eyes, wincing from small friction burns, chest flushed from abrasive grip.
‘Yeah, little man, Momma’s coming home real soon. Here, lemme help you with that.’ He secured the tiny snaps, rubbing his head gently.
‘I’m scared.’
‘It’ll be ok, I promise.’ Nick’s miniature double grabbed hold of his shoulders, freeing from the sheets, and kissed him sharply.
‘Celia tastes like grandpa smoke, huh?’ He pulled the boy off, nicotine-laden saliva coating his lower lip.
‘Yeah.’
‘She’s downstairs still. I’m ‘fraid she’ll come back up if my mom doesn’t come home soon.’
Wiping his mouth, he kissed the child’s forehead.
‘Celia’ll stay down there, Nicky, she’s done for the night.’ A quick strike of knuckles to door made them both jump abruptly.
‘No, she’s not!’ The boy hid, cowering as he screamed. The doorframe split, blinding light camouflaged the monster.
‘You lied mister, you lied!’ Nick leaped from the bed, spread arms shielding the frightened child.
‘You weren’t supposed to come back, you bitch!’
---
“Nicky, Nick…wake up.”
“You were mumbling in your sleep again, everything ok?” He smiled, touching Greg’s hand.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Rubbing his eyes, a flight attendant brushed past.
“Fasten your seatbelt sir, we’re approaching soon.”
The week prior to the trip had been filled with reservations, packing lists, and phone calls, head spinning from the movement. Healing quickly, Nick knew it had to be done, lay it to rest, sprinkle down soil and walk away clean. Greg had been wonderful, turning slightly into his mother, preparing meals, arranging things, never leaving his side for more than a minute. He could sense the anxiety, and knew it was his fault. He created the paranoia that his partner was flooded with, the root, the cause. Guilt seeped, not knowing how he could make it right. The trip would be a healing agent, in many ways he thought. For both of them.
“And thank you for flying American Airlines, enjoy your stay in Dallas…”
Lost amongst the crazed mass exodus, he held tight to Greg’s arm, shock setting in.
He was back home.
---
“What, Enterprise didn’t have a Pickup truck available?”
“Nope, sorry there, Tex, you’re stuck with the midsize. Saddle up, pardner!” Greg giggled, watching him squirm at the sight of the sedan. Wary about the toll the journey would take on Nick he tried keeping the mood light, no serious talks, no voicing uncertainties, stable conditions.
“I can’t believe I’m sitting in something that almost touches the damn ground. And you ever call me Tex again, I’m gonna hogtie you.” Nick settled in, watching Greg maneuver through exiting traffic.
“Promises, promises…” Flipping through the channels, he couldn’t help but feel out of place. Country, Tejano, country, classic rock, country, talk. He wasn’t going to make it.
“Aren’t there any real radio stations out here?”
“When in Rome, babe…” Cursing at the dashboard, he switched it off. Nick laughed, putting a hand on Greg’s thigh, squeezing playfully.
“So, where am I headed again?”
“Bethel, only about fifteen minutes away. Just keep your eyes open for the purple mailbox.” Morning sun warm against his face, he covered Nick’s hand with his own.
---
Turning into the gravel driveway, he couldn’t help but laugh. As plain as day it sat, a steel, bright purple mailbox set in cement protected by an old tractor tire.
“Honk the horn, honk the horn!” Nicky bounced, getting out of the car.
“Alright, alright, honking the horn.” Within seconds a large blonde woman came bounding towards them, ripped jeans and oversized Zeppelin tee, screen door slamming behind her.
“Nicky Stokes, you get your skinny ass over here and give your cousin a hug!” She practically squealed as they embraced, both giggling like schoolgirls.
“Damn, Crystal, how are ya! God, your hair’s gotten so long!” He watched Nick melt into her, playing with her ponytail.
“And this little sexpot must be Greg!” As Crystal hugged tightly, he could feel the air being pushed out of each lung individually. She hauled in their bags, resisting help, and pointed them to the main room of the old farmhouse.
“I know what Nick wants, but how about you darlin?” Before he could answer she rushed into the kitchen, feeling overwhelmed he turned his gaze to Nick. He smiled back, patting a knee.
“See, this place was my haven during the college years, babe. Once a month I’d drive upstate from school, and spend all weekend partying with Crystal. My uncle owned this place til he died; she inherited it and turned it into Bethel’s only escape from the zealots. Hey, Chris, you still keep boarders here?” She waltzed in carrying a tray, iced tea clinking as she went.
“On occasion. I get more during the fall and winter, when the queer kids aren’t allowed to go to their own homes over the holidays, they stay here and we blast music and bake cookies. It’s good company no matter how ya slice it.” She handed them each a glass, and reclined, gesturing to him.
“So, Greggo, I heard ya got canned from that music group you were with, what’s next, huh?” He took a gulp, snorting.
“Ah well, I’m sure I’ll find another band that needs a well groomed DJ with his own equipment, Vegas is starving for another break out group like The Killers.”
“Well, I’m more a Stones fan myself, this new stuff just goes in one ear and out the other.” Nick poked her, shaking his head.
“You’re only a month older than I am, for pete’s sake.”
“Watch it boy,” she teased, kicking at his foot. Greg could feel they needed time, excusing himself from the get together.
“Well, I’m kinda beat from the flight, I think I’ll lie down a while.” Nick grazed his cheek, dropping a hushed ‘I love you’ as they kissed.
“Alright there, hot stuff, I’ll have lunch ready when ya get up.” Greg laughed at her, closing the bedroom door.
---
“Well, Nicky, just you and me now.” He nodded, snuggling up to her on the couch, resting his head on her shoulder.
“So, you gonna tell me why you pulled a stunt like that, son?” He grimaced, knowing it was time to take the medicine Crystal never failed to dole out. She acted more like an aunt than a cousin, always older than her years would suggest.
“Well, you held it in a whole twenty minutes, that’s a new record Chris.” Slapping his head, she urged him on.
“Talk to me, Nick. You put a lotta people through some serious shit these past several days, now, tell me what’s rolling around in that thick skull a yours.”
“It was a mistake, ok? I should never’ve taken such a drastic step, and I’m aware of what I’ve done. I know it didn’t solve anything, I think it might’ve just made it worse.” Whispering, he continued.
“I’ve hurt him, Chris. He’s scared to leave me by myself, the only time I have alone is when I go to pee, and even then, the door’s open.” She held him close, running a hand over his back.
“I know, honey. Things’ll be right for the both of ya soon enough, I promise. I’m still not sure why you did it, or what caused it, but I’d like to help settle it. For now, just take a day or two to chill out here, maybe take a daytrip down to the lake, or drag him to a cowboy bar, that’ll really get’em.”
“No, that’ll get me single.” She clasped a hand to her mouth, stifling a belly laugh. Rising up, he decided to join Greg. Crystal hugged him once more, and walked him to the room.
“Despite present circumstances, it’s really good to see you, honey.” He smiled, leaning into her arms.
“You too, Chris.”
---
Feeling the bed shift, he turned around to face Nick. He waited for him to find a comfortable position, still not able to rest weight on the bandaged forearm. Moving in, Greg roamed over the canvas of his face, peppering lines with soft kisses.
“How are ya, Nicky?”
“I’m ok, babe. I was thinking, Crystal mentioned us heading down to the lake tomorrow; I thought it’d be a good idea. Maybe rent a boat, pack a lunch, how about it?” He wrapped an arm around him, running a few fingers underneath Nick’s shirt.
“Sounds great, you don’t think all that sun will hurt you though?”
“Nah, I’ll wear my hat, and bring along an arsenal of bottled water, ok?” He grinned, placing forehead to forehead. Nick’s breathing hitched slightly as he began to drift off, body contradicting mind, a hardness made itself known.
“Well hello there,” Greg whispered, Nick laughing quietly.
“I think the close quarters is what did it, cause honestly…” he sighed warmly at his partner’s bashful smile, and gently unzipped his jeans, erection jutting through cotton briefs. Carefully he enveloped Nick’s cock with cooled fingers, remaining still, he asked permission.
“Is this ok, Nicky?” Before an answer was delivered Nick thrust into his hand, adjusting slightly, cautious of his arm. Greg explored his mouth as he soothingly pumped his fist, tongue craving wet heat, he could feel his body begin to shudder with the rush. Snaking a left hand in, he could feel Nick timing his movements in unison, slightly callused palm brushing over his shaft. The sensation of being touched by Nick alone sent his eyes back, and remembering himself, he fought the urge to come instantaneously.
“I love you…I love you, baby…I love you so much…” Nick mumbled through busied lips. Moving fast, Greg kissed deeper with each stroke, jagged breath signaling the end. Grunting low they came together, painting fingers opalescent. Greg looked up, surprised at the sudden relief on Nick’s face, an expression not seen in what had been two very long weeks. Wiping his hand, he relaxed into him, listening to the quickened thud of his heart.
“Was that alright?” A warm hand tousled his hair; Nick nodded, and dozed off.
---
Waking up alone, the neon numbers of the alarm clock read back evening time. Sun on its downswing, he shuffled to the kitchen, raucous laughter perking up sleepy senses.
“I tell ya Greggo, I get some damn loud twinkies here sometimes, when they a get to going late at night, I could swear they’re performing exorcisms!” He fell back in the chair as he laughed along, flicking Greg’s ear.
“Well, look who it ain’t? You missed lunch and almost supper there, Nicky. Your main squeeze here told me you weren’t too fond of fatty foods these days, so I made up burgers and a couple pounds a extra greasy French fries!” Greg snorted, dipping a fry in thick ketchup, and zipped it into his mouth.
“ Well Chris, I guess I’m having burgers and fries then.” She plopped into her seat, passing a full plate.
“Damn right you are, you thin lil’ shit!” It felt like old times, the trips in college were a real escape, alternative salvation. He needed Crystal, she knew what he was going through, after announcing her preference for the fairer sex her mother promptly kicked her out, father more accepting let her stay with him. Those lost weekends were always carefree, no worries about what the frat was up to, no need to keep up appearances, around Crystal he had the opportunity to be himself.
“So, I hear you’re all geared up to go to Cedar Creek? That’ll be a good time; it’s a weekday so the tourists shouldn’t be too bad.” Greg rubbed his knee under the table, and with a huge mouthful of burger, attempted a smile. Nick fell out, chuckling loudly as he watched Greg chew through fits of giggles.
“That was one hell of a grin there, babe!” Crystal shook her head at the boys, and resumed eating.
“Preschoolers, the both of ya!” Exchanging glances, they nodded simultaneously.
---
tbc.
Chapter 1 HERE
Chapter 2 HERE
Chapter 3 HERE
Chapter 4 HERE
Chapter 5 HERE
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Date: 2005-01-18 09:01 pm (UTC)*hugs* that made my day. Erica and I had such a laughing fit in national history, today. We were bother really thankful that our teacher has a soft spot for people who laugh at rather idiotic things. 'Course, the same thing happened in Algebra...that was cool.
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Date: 2005-01-18 09:33 pm (UTC)::falls out of the chair howling::
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