nickngreg | Fic: Dig the Hole Wide and Deep (4/?)

Title: Dig the Hole Wide and Deep
Rating: NC-17 for language and adult content
Pairing: Nick/OMC
Warnings: Very dark sex scenes but not with Greg.
Summary: Love isn’t always enough.
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is a sequel to ‘Putting Down Roots’ which you can find
here

Previous parts of this story can be found here

Four nights later, Wallace and his club got a clean bill of health. The young man had been a trainee at a local law firm. He found out purely by accident that one of the law-clerks on the fast track to become a Jr. Partner was padding his time sheets. He’d told the man to stop doing it and he would keep his mouth shut. The clerk, who was sure everyone was as crooked as he was, killed the young man to keep him quiet. He’d not only taken his life, he wanted to ruin his reputation so that if there was the smallest chance he’d said something to anyone, he would be discredited. Every one knew about ‘alterna’; it had been a fixture in Las Vegas for the last 5 years which was a long time for a club in Vegas. He thought if he made it look like a quickie in an alley that ending badly, no one would care. He wasn’t as smart as he thought he was though. The only way he could figure to make it look as though the guy had been having sex was to rape him with a long neck beer bottle. He hadn’t even wiped his fingerprints off the bottle or taken it with him from the scene. He’d just slammed the guy’s head into the pavement really hard three times, then jerked his pants down and rammed the bottle up his ass. When he pulled the bottle back out and saw the blood, he’d panicked and ran from the alley throwing the bottle in a dumpster as he fled.
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Nick had Saturday night off and decided to visit the club; just to tell Mr. Wallace he’d been cleared and thank him for his help. He wasn’t quite sure why he wore his tightest, lowest cut jeans and a dark red t-shirt that looked like it was his painted skin to deliver the good news. Or, why he’d taken such pains with his shower and grooming; even splashing on some of his very expensive men’s cologne. His pants were so tight he couldn’t take his wallet so he carefully put $40.00 in assorted bills in his two key pockets, slipped his drivers license in his front pocket, looked himself over and thought briefly about changing the way he normally ‘dressed’ (over to the left). The pants were so tight he couldn’t wear briefs and he’d never been comfortable wearing a thong. He thought that if he got a hard on, the tip of his dick would show above the waist of his jeans and then he blushed a bright red. What the hell was he doing even thinking about getting a hard on while he was telling a former suspect he’d been cleared?
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When Nick got to the club it was just after midnight and the place was packed. He wasn’t even sure he was going to get inside but at the last minute he had an idea and asked the bouncer if he would please tell Mr. Wallace that Nick Stokes, the CSI he’d spoken to earlier in the week would like to speak with him. The bouncer just looked at him but evidently it was such an original tactic, he went to do it and within 5 minutes he was back with Roger Wallace right behind him. Wallace smiled at Nick and taking hold of his arm, escorted him through the velvet rope and into the dark club. Nick said he needed to speak with him for a second and Wallace took him back to his office. The noise level was low enough to where they could talk without screaming at each other but even here, the hard driving beat of the drums and basses could be felt. Nick felt the rhythm moving into his blood stream and taking up residence in his body.

He managed to tell Wallace he’d wanted to tell him personally about the resolution to his case. He said he felt he owed it to him after his encounter with Brass. Wallace smiled and asked Nick if that’s all he wanted to do. Nick stammered a little and tried to do some posturing but Wallace just told him, he was welcome at his club any time he wanted to come. He would make sure all of his bouncers knew to let him in and if he wanted to do nothing but have a cold beer and listen to some good music, he was more than welcome. Nick hung his head a little and asked, “what if he wanted to do more than drink or listen to music?”

Wallace laughed out loud and said, “Why Mr. Stokes, that’s entirely up to you.”
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An hour later, Nick was hot, sweaty and completely relaxed for the first time in ages. The live band was really good. They had been playing for over an hour and as near as Nick could tell, they had never missed a beat. He knew he could dance just to the drums alone without any other instrument but the strings and piano and sax’s were part of the whole experience. He’d danced by himself at first but after a very short time, he’d started feeling other bodies moving around him. The bodies brushed against him and retreated and then came back again until now, there was a hard, firm erection grinding against his ass and a sweet, round ass grinding against HIS hard erection. He felt arms come around him from behind and hold him close to a hard body that went well with the erection he felt. He was a little concerned when the arms pushed the body in front of him away. He became more concerned when one of the hands slipped down to his hem and dove under his t-shirt while the other hand slid down below his waist and began to rub against his hard-on. And sure enough, his erection was pushing it’s way above the waist band of his jeans. Nick pulled away just a little from the warm, hard body against his back even though he felt a physical pang when he did it. But the arms just held him gently and he felt a face against his cheek and then a deep voice was whispering in his ear, “It’s just dancing. It’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m not going to try to take you off this floor….unless you want me to of course. But right now, we’re just moving our bodies to the beat of the drums. Doesn’t it feel good to you?”

Nick nodded; yes it did feel good to him. The nod must have been a signal because the hand under his shirt slid upward and he felt fingers rubbing across first one and then his other nipple. The fingers began nipping and pulling at them and Nick felt his nipples getting hard. He had never thought of his nipples as an erogenous zone. He had always played with his girl friends nipples but he just thought women were sensitive because they breast fed their babies. He sure as Hell wasn’t planning on breast feeding a baby but when the deep voice whispered in his ear, “God I wish we were some where private, where I could get rid of this shirt and taste those babies. Nick let out a breathless chuckle; the idea of the man calling his nipples ‘babies’ after what he had been thinking was funny. He stopped laughing when he felt the man’s other hand open his pants and straighten his hard cock. It was sticking proudly above the waistband of his pants now and it was evidently leaking because he felt a hard calloused thumb rub across his slit and then the hand lifted and Nick let out a breathless little moan when he realized the man was going to taste his cum. He turned his head and saw the thumb disappear into a nicely shaped mouth with a full pouty lower lip. He felt his mouth open and his tongue ran across his lips. The man leaned forward and fastened his mouth over Nick’s. Nick caught just a hint of his own taste mixed with Jack Daniels in the strange mouth. Then he dropped his head back on the hard shoulder behind him and wiggled his ass against the man’s harder than ever cock. That was all it took. The hand went back down to his leaking cock and began to stroke him off. In the mean time, the man took his other hand out of Nick’s t-shirt. For a second, Nick didn’t know where the hand was; then his wrist was encircled and pulled gently behind him and his hand was placed on a thick, long, throbbing dick. He began to stroke the man’s erection. He didn’t think for one second about the fact that he was in public, with his pants hanging open, his dick being enthusiastically pumped by a complete stranger. He just felt. For the first time in his life, Nick Stokes did not think about what he looked like or how his actions would be perceived. He just closed his eyes and stroked to the rhythm of the beating drums, his beating heart and the way the stranger was beating his meat. This was not emotion or even lust. This was just down and dirty sex and it was great. He came so hard he knew he spurted his seed on the dancer in front of him and he prayed the guy wouldn’t get in any trouble that would require a DNA test on his pants. A fraction of a second later he heard, “Oh God, Oh fuck, Oh God, I just….” Then the voice trailed off and Nick had a handful of semen and it wasn’t his.

They stood there in the middle of the club, holding each other up, their bodies still twitching with the force of their release. Finally, his unknown partner leaned forward and said, “We need to get to the toilet and get cleaned up before we get this stuff all over us both.”

Nick turned his head and whispered back in the man’s ear, “You’re bigger than I am. You go first and I’ll follow behind you.”

The man laughed, turned his head quickly and caught Nick’s mouth for one more wet, sloppy, kiss before he asked,”Ready?.” Nick nodded yes. The man turned around and started working his way off the floor. Nick let a dancer get between him and his partner and then another. Then he turned and quickly went the other direction to the front entrance to the club. He managed to use his clean hand to fasten his top button and sort of wrapped his dripping hand in the bottom of his shirt. He got through the door, out into the parking lot and once he was out of the bright security lights, he pulled his t-shirt off and wiped himself down completely. He started to throw the shirt away and then remembered that this place had been a crime scene once and it could be again. He wouldn’t like to have his shirt show up in an evidence bag covered in someone else’s semen.

Nick drove home shirtless with his pants unbuttoned to keep from getting his own cum all over the fly. He was very careful. The last thing he needed right then was to get pulled over for anything with his fly open and his shirt on the seat beside him and he knew the reek of semen was thick enough to cut. After all he had his load all over his pants and the stranger’s all over his shirt. Not the best scenario for a brand new CSI. Nick made it home safely, disposed of his shirt and pants, took a scalding hot shower and fell in bed and slept for hours.
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He spent all his free time at work for the next few weeks, researching gay bars in and around Las Vegas. If anyone questioned him about his activities he smiled his big open smile and said he was trying to familiarize himself with different areas of Las Vegas. He was having trouble getting around the town and he wanted to make sure he would always be able to get to his crime scenes by the most direct route.

He could not believe these people were so easy to fool. Even Grissom smiled approvingly and congratulated him on his initiative. When he had compiled his list, he made copies of all the areas, took them home and using clear contact paper, he sealed the maps. He made a calendar and figured out how he could go out at least twice a week and never hit the same club for a minimum of 2 months. He was pretty sure if he kept a low profile and didn’t call attention to himself; no one would ever remember him after a space of 60 days.

He knew he was putting himself in danger on so many levels but the tension releasing thrill he’d gotten from his encounter at ‘alterna’ was too exhilarating to give up. He made a list of every bad thing that could happen on one side of a piece of paper and then a cautionary habit he could acquire to offset the danger. After careful evaluation, he realized that keeping himself in top physical condition was a must. He also had to be very careful about his drinking; which wouldn’t be hard. This was not about tying one on it was all about getting himself off. So he contrived a plan and he never deviated from the plan. He would go to a different place, order one beer, always a bottled or canned beer which he had the barkeep open right in front of him. He never left his seat until he had finished his bottle of beer. He would take no chance of anyone slipping something in his drink. His second bottle depended solely on how his day had gone. Sometimes he needed one and sometimes he needed the physical release more. He wore old clothes, one size too small. He bought his jeans and t-shirts at army surplus or consignment shops and disposed of them after each encounter. He never took more than $40.00 dollars, always in cash and small bills, not even a twenty. The last step was the creation of a false Nevada driver’s license. The only thing Nick had not counted on was his own presence. Even after a 60 days absence, some people remembered him. He was a gorgeous man and it was hard to forget him. Especially if you’d been on the dance floor with him and experienced his kisses and hand jobs first hand. After the first year, Nick limited himself to just once a week out BUT he started carrying condoms and taking his partners to the back rooms in the clubs where things went much further than a simple hand job.

This was Nick’s secret life. It kept him sane. It kept him in control. He only changed his pattern twice; once after Crane and again after Gordon. After he healed from Crane, he went on a binge. He had sex every time he went out and sometimes two different partners in one night. He indulged himself; he gorged himself on pricks. He fucked until he was too limp to remember how terrified he was when the body fell through his ceiling followed by a nut case named Nigel Crane.

After the ‘burial’ incident, Nick went slightly crazy. He went out to some clubs he would never have gone near before. Places where the rules were more lenient and just barely there. Places where he could pick out 2 or 3 guys who interested him and take them back to a room where he could line them up and fuck them in order, one after the other. Or, one or two strokes in one convenient hole and then out and on to the next with a tip of $50.00 to the owner of the ass he was in when he lost control and came. For the first time in his life, Nick allowed someone to top him. He would take 3 guys and fuck one while someone topped him and he had a spare prick to suck or jack off if he wanted to. If he had indulged or gorged after Crane, there had to be some new words to describe his actions after Gordon. It took a long time to get to the place where he had his control back.

And then he bought a house. And had a housewarming party. And kissed and fucked Greg. And fell completely apart.