Ser Sucio, Chapter 11. Completed.
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nickngregAuthor: Exit Music
Title: Ser Sucio, Chapter 11
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17 due to subject matter.
Warnings: none.
Spoilers: contains elements from "Play With Fire" and "Overload."
Summary: AU, Ghosts of the past. Final chapter.
A/N: I do not own these characters, I merely worship them.
He drove around Austin for hours, not having the heart to wake up Nick; he stopped only to refuel before recommencing the impromptu tour. Sun dipping below the larger buildings, evening welcomed in by the rush, cars clogged the streets in their nightly evacuation from the capitol. The atmosphere buzzed, bars attracting three-piece suits and trucker-capped college kids alike, it all kept going. A bus roared past at a light, last route of the day, he braced himself as if it would keep the car from rocking. Everything glittered, big city reminding him of the place he called home. With eyes wide open, he took in the sights, driving on until his own body begged for sleep.
A blank peace fell over Greg as he finally turned into the motel’s lot, shutting off the headlights with a subtle click. He had witnessed transformation firsthand, and with all of the change, the weight didn’t feel lighter, just more manageable. Seeing Celia crumble made breathing easier; a root withered under strain. Not a solution, merely a step.
“Nick, come on, let’s get you to bed.” A croaky voice approved, drowsily folding out from the car. Back stiff from driving, Greg wobbled on one foot as he unlocked the door, nerves stunned to life from the sudden movement.
He flipped on the bedside lamp, kicking away sneakers as Nick resumed slumber, fully clothed. Laughing inaudibly, he untied the other man’s shoes, gently tugging on slacks to remove them. Unbuttoning the shirt, he carefully pulled arms from their sleeves, the wrist still healing, evidence of minor leakage displayed scarlet through cotton gauze. Scabbing twisted by the day’s events, adrenaline masked discomfort. Placing lips to Nick’s palm, he kissed away images still haunting him. He tugged covers over their warm bodies, closing in; Nick was still, quaking all but nonexistent.
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“Hey sleepyhead, your mom’s on the phone.” A soft nudge accompanied his wake up call. Gesturing for the cellphone, he was surprised by the caller.
“Hi Nicky, how are ya?”
“I’m good, Momma, just gotta get ready to head back up to Dallas.”
“Uh-huh. So when does your flight leave?” He detected a pang of disappointment in her voice; not wanting another confrontation, Nick ignored it.
“We’re taking an evening flight, wanted to stop by Crystal’s to say goodbye.”
“That’s nice, honey.” Staring off, a chance question fell before he could stop the thought.
“Hey Momma, you still listen to those Patsy records?”
“Of course, every Saturday morning while the girls are straightening up. Why?”
“No reason.... Well, I’d better get going.”
“Alright, Nicky, you have a safe trip. I love you.”
“Love you too.” Warm smile broadening, he uttered goodbyes.
Turning to Greg, freshly showered, he watched as dirty clothes were shoved erratically into a garbage bag. Perfumed soap scent drifted over as Nick reclined back; stretching limbs as he yawned himself awake. Slipping from the bed, he sidled next to Greg, wrapping arms around a bare middle; there was no shying away, the touch was affectionately accepted. Exhaling words lightly, he asked.
“How are we doing on time?” Glancing over at the alarm, Greg replied with a start, as his towel was removed, beautifully exposed.
“Well…it’s only a little after nine, we have a few minutes…” Nodding, he gradually kneeled, ignoring the roughness of motel carpet to bare skin, licking sharp lines against Greg’s stomach in an upward motion. Surveying flesh, pinked scratch marks told furied accounts; he ran cool fingers over their outlines, tracing his apologies with saliva. Hips rolled with the sensation, ache building anxiously, he enveloped Greg with his mouth, running a tongue slowly over the fevered shaft. Bobbing his head, he halted randomly, kissing the tip, waiting for frustrated sounds to emit before continuing; the voice sweetly vibrated throughout. Relishing the moment, he stopped, his partner shaking from the abrupt disconnection. Grinning, Nick pointed at the bed, quickly discarding his boxers, lying on his side. Words rendered useless; Greg reached into his gymbag, retrieving supplies, slicking himself down. With a lubed finger, he was soothingly entered, torso hitching momentarily as air left his body, the gentle thrust warming every facet. Nearly void of tension, Greg buried deep inside, the give of muscles producing a moan Nick failed to recognize as his own until the second push generated an identical reaction. An arm secured around his chest, he reached back, stroking Greg’s thigh with each push. Skin fiery, fingers roamed his chest, finding each detail, palm grazing nipples, he arched with the sensation. The room began spinning; a heated fist grabbed his cock as the inevitable climb made actions accelerate. Leaning back with every stroke, he bit his lip, the feel of Greg within induced a mad shudder; they were joined, and for all the right reasons. Nick fell first, insides seizing, Greg followed moments after, groaning heavy through laughter. Empty again, he turned over, face-to-face, hugging away trembles.
“Well, looks like I need another shower.” Mocking nods, he stole Greg’s mouth, retrieving happy sounds with a velvet tongue.
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The unexpected rain made the trip to Crystal’s longer than usual, arriving in Bethel after two; she wagged a finger from the door as he parked. Laughing loudly at her, they ran from the car to the house, large droplets patting hard against the covered porch.
“And where the hell’ve you two been, the food’s cold and the beer’s warm!” Nick spoke up first, shielding him, the driver, from blame.
“Well, Chris, if you haven’t noticed, it’s raining buckets out there, half a Texas is washed away.” She smirked, smacking them both as they entered the kitchen.
“Well, Greggo, looks like that hairdo is trashed, so much for yer status as beauty queen. Now sit down and eat, for I throw it to the vultures.” Busying around the kitchen, she reheated piled plates of food; he watched a glad expression fall over her as she worked. Crystal knew the mood had changed.
“So, Nicky, how was yer visit to our lovely capitol? Have any decent reunions?” Through a swig, her masked questions were answered.
“It was good, Chris. Met up with an old acquaintance, worked some things out.”
“Mhmm, I see. So, did ya body slam’er? Or just a standard pop in the jaw?” He couldn’t help but choke out a giggle, trying in vain to be serious. Looking over, he eased; Nick was just as amused.
“No, no. No punches were thrown.” She stomped her foot with a playful grimace.
“I woulda popped her one. Right in the kisser!”
Finishing up, Greg splayed on the couch, so full he was sure his stomach was set to explode. Somewhat lethargic, he dozed over the commotion of clean up.
---
She stared him down as he sloshed a rag over each dish, inspecting each mannerism. Feeling eyes on his neck, he turned, dropping the cloth accidentally. She bent down, picking it up, and spoke.
“Nicky, what happened out there? That smile a yours is really startin’ to creep ole Crystal out.” He cut off the water, taking a seat, and explained.
“Well, we went to see Celia at the courthouse, and she hasn’t changed. Not much, anyway. She grew up into a sad excuse for a woman, Chris, that’s all I can say. I didn’t hurt her, and even better’n that, she didn’t hurt me.” Crystal embraced him tightly; grin splitting her face.
“Dammit, boy, that’s wonderful!” Glancing at the sink, he continued.
“It’s funny, I thought it would end worse, but it didn’t.”
“Nicky, you gotta remember now, it didn’t really end.” He shook his head.
“I know, I know.”
“Don’t you ‘I know’ me boy. Just cause you saw her, doesn’t mean it’s all gonna go away. You still have to work on stuff, you got me?”
“Yes, mother.” She slapped his backside lightly, kissing his forehead as they headed to the livingroom. Walking in, they howled out peals of laughter in unison, the sight of Greg slowly sliding off the couch unknowingly, head nearly touching the rug, feet pointing towards the ceiling.
“Hey Sanders, you’re gonna land on yer damn skull, wake up!” She kicked the side, startling Greg awake. He sat beside him, patting his shoulder.
“Getting a good nap, there, babe?”
“Huh? Yeah, I think I sampled way too much. You plant horse tranquilizers in your fried okra, don’t you, Crystal?” She snorted, settling in her chair.
“But of course, it’s the secret ingredient, darlin.” She clicked on the radio, searching for weather reports.
“Well, sounds like it’s clearing up, we’d better get going, stay ahead of the lines.” Greg straightened up, hissing at his hair in the entryway mirror.
“Oh, listen to Miss Thang over here, you’re just not yourself without that pincushion you call a do, huh?” She teased, wrapping arms around them in a sandwich.
“Y’all be careful now…I love ya both.” They kissed her face; leaving, Greg sounded the horn several times in her honor.
He watched Crystal from the back window, straining to look until finally she was merely a dot on the vast stretch of highway.
Time to go home.
---
The End. Thanks for reading, and taking the adventure with me.
Chapter 1 HERE
Chapter 2 HERE
Chapter 3 HERE
Chapter 4 HERE
Chapter 5 HERE
Chapter 6 HERE
Chapter 7 HERE
Chapter 8 HERE
Chapter 9 HERE
Chapter 10 HERE
Title: Ser Sucio, Chapter 11
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17 due to subject matter.
Warnings: none.
Spoilers: contains elements from "Play With Fire" and "Overload."
Summary: AU, Ghosts of the past. Final chapter.
A/N: I do not own these characters, I merely worship them.
He drove around Austin for hours, not having the heart to wake up Nick; he stopped only to refuel before recommencing the impromptu tour. Sun dipping below the larger buildings, evening welcomed in by the rush, cars clogged the streets in their nightly evacuation from the capitol. The atmosphere buzzed, bars attracting three-piece suits and trucker-capped college kids alike, it all kept going. A bus roared past at a light, last route of the day, he braced himself as if it would keep the car from rocking. Everything glittered, big city reminding him of the place he called home. With eyes wide open, he took in the sights, driving on until his own body begged for sleep.
A blank peace fell over Greg as he finally turned into the motel’s lot, shutting off the headlights with a subtle click. He had witnessed transformation firsthand, and with all of the change, the weight didn’t feel lighter, just more manageable. Seeing Celia crumble made breathing easier; a root withered under strain. Not a solution, merely a step.
“Nick, come on, let’s get you to bed.” A croaky voice approved, drowsily folding out from the car. Back stiff from driving, Greg wobbled on one foot as he unlocked the door, nerves stunned to life from the sudden movement.
He flipped on the bedside lamp, kicking away sneakers as Nick resumed slumber, fully clothed. Laughing inaudibly, he untied the other man’s shoes, gently tugging on slacks to remove them. Unbuttoning the shirt, he carefully pulled arms from their sleeves, the wrist still healing, evidence of minor leakage displayed scarlet through cotton gauze. Scabbing twisted by the day’s events, adrenaline masked discomfort. Placing lips to Nick’s palm, he kissed away images still haunting him. He tugged covers over their warm bodies, closing in; Nick was still, quaking all but nonexistent.
---
“Hey sleepyhead, your mom’s on the phone.” A soft nudge accompanied his wake up call. Gesturing for the cellphone, he was surprised by the caller.
“Hi Nicky, how are ya?”
“I’m good, Momma, just gotta get ready to head back up to Dallas.”
“Uh-huh. So when does your flight leave?” He detected a pang of disappointment in her voice; not wanting another confrontation, Nick ignored it.
“We’re taking an evening flight, wanted to stop by Crystal’s to say goodbye.”
“That’s nice, honey.” Staring off, a chance question fell before he could stop the thought.
“Hey Momma, you still listen to those Patsy records?”
“Of course, every Saturday morning while the girls are straightening up. Why?”
“No reason.... Well, I’d better get going.”
“Alright, Nicky, you have a safe trip. I love you.”
“Love you too.” Warm smile broadening, he uttered goodbyes.
Turning to Greg, freshly showered, he watched as dirty clothes were shoved erratically into a garbage bag. Perfumed soap scent drifted over as Nick reclined back; stretching limbs as he yawned himself awake. Slipping from the bed, he sidled next to Greg, wrapping arms around a bare middle; there was no shying away, the touch was affectionately accepted. Exhaling words lightly, he asked.
“How are we doing on time?” Glancing over at the alarm, Greg replied with a start, as his towel was removed, beautifully exposed.
“Well…it’s only a little after nine, we have a few minutes…” Nodding, he gradually kneeled, ignoring the roughness of motel carpet to bare skin, licking sharp lines against Greg’s stomach in an upward motion. Surveying flesh, pinked scratch marks told furied accounts; he ran cool fingers over their outlines, tracing his apologies with saliva. Hips rolled with the sensation, ache building anxiously, he enveloped Greg with his mouth, running a tongue slowly over the fevered shaft. Bobbing his head, he halted randomly, kissing the tip, waiting for frustrated sounds to emit before continuing; the voice sweetly vibrated throughout. Relishing the moment, he stopped, his partner shaking from the abrupt disconnection. Grinning, Nick pointed at the bed, quickly discarding his boxers, lying on his side. Words rendered useless; Greg reached into his gymbag, retrieving supplies, slicking himself down. With a lubed finger, he was soothingly entered, torso hitching momentarily as air left his body, the gentle thrust warming every facet. Nearly void of tension, Greg buried deep inside, the give of muscles producing a moan Nick failed to recognize as his own until the second push generated an identical reaction. An arm secured around his chest, he reached back, stroking Greg’s thigh with each push. Skin fiery, fingers roamed his chest, finding each detail, palm grazing nipples, he arched with the sensation. The room began spinning; a heated fist grabbed his cock as the inevitable climb made actions accelerate. Leaning back with every stroke, he bit his lip, the feel of Greg within induced a mad shudder; they were joined, and for all the right reasons. Nick fell first, insides seizing, Greg followed moments after, groaning heavy through laughter. Empty again, he turned over, face-to-face, hugging away trembles.
“Well, looks like I need another shower.” Mocking nods, he stole Greg’s mouth, retrieving happy sounds with a velvet tongue.
---
The unexpected rain made the trip to Crystal’s longer than usual, arriving in Bethel after two; she wagged a finger from the door as he parked. Laughing loudly at her, they ran from the car to the house, large droplets patting hard against the covered porch.
“And where the hell’ve you two been, the food’s cold and the beer’s warm!” Nick spoke up first, shielding him, the driver, from blame.
“Well, Chris, if you haven’t noticed, it’s raining buckets out there, half a Texas is washed away.” She smirked, smacking them both as they entered the kitchen.
“Well, Greggo, looks like that hairdo is trashed, so much for yer status as beauty queen. Now sit down and eat, for I throw it to the vultures.” Busying around the kitchen, she reheated piled plates of food; he watched a glad expression fall over her as she worked. Crystal knew the mood had changed.
“So, Nicky, how was yer visit to our lovely capitol? Have any decent reunions?” Through a swig, her masked questions were answered.
“It was good, Chris. Met up with an old acquaintance, worked some things out.”
“Mhmm, I see. So, did ya body slam’er? Or just a standard pop in the jaw?” He couldn’t help but choke out a giggle, trying in vain to be serious. Looking over, he eased; Nick was just as amused.
“No, no. No punches were thrown.” She stomped her foot with a playful grimace.
“I woulda popped her one. Right in the kisser!”
Finishing up, Greg splayed on the couch, so full he was sure his stomach was set to explode. Somewhat lethargic, he dozed over the commotion of clean up.
---
She stared him down as he sloshed a rag over each dish, inspecting each mannerism. Feeling eyes on his neck, he turned, dropping the cloth accidentally. She bent down, picking it up, and spoke.
“Nicky, what happened out there? That smile a yours is really startin’ to creep ole Crystal out.” He cut off the water, taking a seat, and explained.
“Well, we went to see Celia at the courthouse, and she hasn’t changed. Not much, anyway. She grew up into a sad excuse for a woman, Chris, that’s all I can say. I didn’t hurt her, and even better’n that, she didn’t hurt me.” Crystal embraced him tightly; grin splitting her face.
“Dammit, boy, that’s wonderful!” Glancing at the sink, he continued.
“It’s funny, I thought it would end worse, but it didn’t.”
“Nicky, you gotta remember now, it didn’t really end.” He shook his head.
“I know, I know.”
“Don’t you ‘I know’ me boy. Just cause you saw her, doesn’t mean it’s all gonna go away. You still have to work on stuff, you got me?”
“Yes, mother.” She slapped his backside lightly, kissing his forehead as they headed to the livingroom. Walking in, they howled out peals of laughter in unison, the sight of Greg slowly sliding off the couch unknowingly, head nearly touching the rug, feet pointing towards the ceiling.
“Hey Sanders, you’re gonna land on yer damn skull, wake up!” She kicked the side, startling Greg awake. He sat beside him, patting his shoulder.
“Getting a good nap, there, babe?”
“Huh? Yeah, I think I sampled way too much. You plant horse tranquilizers in your fried okra, don’t you, Crystal?” She snorted, settling in her chair.
“But of course, it’s the secret ingredient, darlin.” She clicked on the radio, searching for weather reports.
“Well, sounds like it’s clearing up, we’d better get going, stay ahead of the lines.” Greg straightened up, hissing at his hair in the entryway mirror.
“Oh, listen to Miss Thang over here, you’re just not yourself without that pincushion you call a do, huh?” She teased, wrapping arms around them in a sandwich.
“Y’all be careful now…I love ya both.” They kissed her face; leaving, Greg sounded the horn several times in her honor.
He watched Crystal from the back window, straining to look until finally she was merely a dot on the vast stretch of highway.
Time to go home.
---
The End. Thanks for reading, and taking the adventure with me.
Chapter 1 HERE
Chapter 2 HERE
Chapter 3 HERE
Chapter 4 HERE
Chapter 5 HERE
Chapter 6 HERE
Chapter 7 HERE
Chapter 8 HERE
Chapter 9 HERE
Chapter 10 HERE
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Date: 2005-02-05 11:52 pm (UTC)just-had-his-brains-fucked-outLMAO XD
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Date: 2005-02-06 05:42 am (UTC)I too am part of the Greg's Hair = Love club!
Great chapter, great writing. As always! :)
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Date: 2005-02-06 05:50 am (UTC)And as always, I thank you very much for reading!
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