Fic: Dig the Hole Wide and Deep (7/?)
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nickngregTitle: Dig the Hole Wide and Deep
Rating: NC-17 for language and adult content
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warnings: Danger and adult dialog.
Summary: Nick is losing control.
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
In real life, things have a way of evening out. Right after the breakup, Nick was handling everything and hardly seemed to miss Greg at all. That is, after he got his house back in order. Greg on the other hand was in almost constant emotional pain. Now, after several months, Greg was beginning to get his life together and Nick was….well, Nick wasn’t sure what was happening.
In the first month or so after the breakup, Nick had pretty much gone back to his familiar routine. He was a little fussier about his home and his possessions but he felt that was a perfectly logical response to the 5 months of turmoil he’d been through. He concentrated on his job and working on the landscaping on his days off. When he found himself getting somewhat restless about 6 weeks after their split, he decided that he probably needed to resume his club trips. He hadn't gone out once from the moment he kissed Greg for the first time until the present. Of course, when you're living with someone, whether male or female, you're expected to be faithful so that was a given. But he’d gone long enough. With the seasonal increase in crime and these crazy headaches he’d been randomly getting, it was almost 2 months before he finally headed back out to one of his favorite places.
One good thing about his attempt at a serious relationship with Greg was that he’d been away from the club scene for long enough to where he didn’t have to worry about being recognized. It was like starting all over again. He was excited about going out. It would be good to go back to the familiar again. To be the ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ Nick again. He would pick the man he wanted and allow that man to please him as he wished. He wouldn’t have to worry about making sure his partner was satisfied, he could just make sure he got what he needed.
Nick decided to go to ‘alterna’. It was the place where he'd had his first adventure and it had remained his favorite. He performed his ‘pre-club’ routine, shower, shave, toothbrush followed by mouthwash and last but not least; an enema. Now he was squeaky clean inside and out. He put on his ‘clubbing’ uniform. He’d had it in the bottom of his drawer for almost 7 months now and he had forgotten what he’d bought. It turned out to be his usual skin tight, low-cut jeans and a deep emerald green t-shirt. For one brief moment he thought it would be a shame to throw the shirt away when he was through but then, attention to detail and a strict adherance to the plan he’d set up years ago had kept him safe and in control for all these years. The shirt, no matter how pretty, had to go.
Nick got to the club, had his beer according to plan and then headed out onto the dance floor. He waited for the the music and rhythm to take over his body as it always had but it didn’t seem to work as well tonight. The beat didn’t seem to be as strong and steady as it had in the past and he found himself listening for the misses instead of losing himself as he was supposed to do. One thing hadn’t changed; the number of strong, hot, muscular bodies that wanted to rub against him and intice him into scandalous antics on the dance floor. He rubbed back against the hard erection he felt against his butt and then forward against the equally hard erection that was poking into his thigh. He couldn’t seem to get the rhythm. Usually it was great to get a solid push/pull thing going. He could have a dick front and back and that’s what he was looking for. After an hour of trying during which he just kept getting more and more frustrated, Nick arbitrarily grabbed the guy in front of him; dragged him off the floor to a dark corner and began to hump against him. He vaguely realized the guy was young and slim and blond. He also realized the guy was a lot more vested in what was going on than he was when Blondie reached up and bit Nick’s ear lobe and whispered, “What do you want me to do. I’ll do anything you need just tell me.”
Nick told the kid, he was just barely legal, he wanted a blow-job and the boy eagerly went to his knees. He opend Nick’s fly and began to work his dick out of his tight jeans. It wasn’t a difficult task because Nick was just semi-erect. The blond head began to move up and down Nick’s penis, licking and nipping gently. He swirled his tongue around the head and then used the tip to lick up the vein on the underside, up through the rounded edges of the head and dip into Nick’s slit. He delicately licked back and forward and then with no warning, took his cock completely down his throat. As blow jobs went, it was easily among the top five best Nick had ever had.
The boy worked on him with skill and dedication and it was such a shame to waste all that energy but Nick realized he wasn’t going to come. In fact, he was about to lose his erection, even with the whole hearted attention his dick was receiving. He quickly pulled the young man to his feet, turned him around and put his hands against the wall. He pulled his pants down, got some lube out of the kid’s pants, greased up a couple of fingers and used them to fuck the boy’s ass while he reached around and efficiently brought the young man off.
When he felt the cum spurt across his hand, he counted to five, then kissed the boy on the cheek (it wasn’t his fault after all) and told him he was a fantastic piece of ass and left the club. Outside in the parking lot, as he was pulling off the great-looking t-shirt and using it to wipe off both hands (but not his dick for the first time in seven years) he thought it was the only part of the routine that was even close to being the same.
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In the weeks to come, Nick tried 3 more times to get his club routine back on track and it just didn’t work. Once, he couldn’t get hard at all and the other two times, he managed to get stiff but couldn’t stay stiff. It was only later when he was trying to analyze the 4 failed attempts that Nick realized the three times he’d managed to get an erection at all was with young, lean, blonde or brown-haired men.
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OK, right about now, all of you who are reading this are saying or maybe just yelling at him, “Hey Stupid; who do you know that fits that description?” The thing is, Nick isn’t just dense, he’s going over the line into a dark place that’s been waiting for him ever since he was nine years old.
It got a little closer when he started using his club trips to replace his natural need for affection and companionship. It retreated somewhat during his five months with Greg but as his emotions became harder and harder to control, the dark place saw it’s chance and came back into Nick’s mind. It was the dark place that had been in control when he’d screamed at Greg.
If someone had just been there to tell him that losing control when you loved someone and they loved you back was normal and part of the ‘dance of sex and love’ he might have been able to work things out with Greg BUT the dark place was telling him that it was Greg’s fault that he let his house go and Greg’s fault that he spent hours in bed with him instead of doing the chores he was supposed to be doing. It was all Greg’s fault. Greg and his sexual tricks made Nick forget everything he’d used to keep himself from going crazy over the years. It got closer still when he began obsessive house cleaning and never realized he was moving into OCD territory.
Too bad Nick didn’t or couldn’t realize that Greg was the one thing that could have shut the door and thrown away the key to that dark place that had been waiting for him all that time.
Nick opened the door to the dark place a few days later.
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He’d finally recognized the significance of the physical descriptions of the 3 young men who’d interested him. Any one of them could have been mistaken for Greg in a dim light. (Not up close because they didn’t have Greg’s Hershey-kisses eyes or his long, dark, flirty eyelashes and his moles. God those moles made Nick hard just remembering the few scattered on his cheek and the ones on his torso. He even had a little mole on his cock that you could really see when he got hard. And then there was the one just beside his butt-hole. Jesus, that one drove Nick crazy)
Nick was sitting on his couch trying to watch TV. Nothing caught his fancy but he’d finally put it on Animal Planet. They were having a ‘Meercat Manor’ marathon. Nick had got the connection between the kids in the club and Greg while watching the shows. He remembered how he’d introduced Greg to Flower and her gang one evening when Greg said he was bored. Greg had been enchanted and they had actually gone to Blockbuster before work so he could get the first season DVD. After that, they made sure they TIVO’d every single episode, even the one’s they watched. They had spent a lot of happy moments, wrapped around each other watching the antics of the funny little animals. When Flower had died from a snake bite while trying to protect her pup’s, Greg had cried openly until he was almost sick. Nick had spent the rest of the night, making slow, gentle love to Greg; leaving him so limp and spent all he could do was sleep. When he woke, he was still sad but he’d accepted the death of the brave little creature.
As memories overcame Nick, he didn’t even realize he’d slid his hand down inside his sweat pants. He thought about the 3 guys in the club and then he thought about that night he’d held Greg and loved his tears and sorrow away. As his mind recalled the feel of Greg’s skin against his, his hand began to stroke his hardening prick. He thought about how Greg looked in the dim moonlight from the window and how he sounded when Nick moved between his legs and kissed the inside of his thighs. Kisses with teeth. Little bites just hard enough to make Greg hiss and then moan when Nick licked the bite marks and gently sucked on them. He'd worked his way up to Greg’s hard cock, twitching against his stomach. But he didn’t reach for the pretty thing. Instead, he’d flipped Greg over on his stomach and pulled him back so he was on his knees with his ass up in the air right in front of Nick’s face. Then he’d pushed his knees further apart, moved between them and pulled Greg’s cheeks apart. That’s when he’d seen the mole, dark against the pale, white skin of Greg’s ass. It was right there beside his entry. Almost like a sign. Nick believed in signs then. He’d licked across the mole and over to the puckered hole and ran the flat of his tongue across it. It was a good thing he was still holding Greg’s cheeks apart because he’d let out a yell and almost pitched Nick off the bed. Nick used his weight to hold Greg still while he proceeded to eat his ass so thoroughly, he didn’t even need lube to slide inside.
Nick came hard; so hard it almost caused a cramp in his hand from the furious stroking. He was lost in the memory of that night with Greg and the force of the first orgasm he’d had since Greg left. It took a long time for his breathing to return to normal and his heart to stop racing. Then, it took still more time for his legs to stiffen up enough to bear his weight. He stumbled into the bathroom, took off his clothes and got in the shower. When he got out, he stumbled into the bedroom and fell in bed and into the first really solid sleep he’d gotten since his first pathetic trip to ‘alterna’.
He never thought about his semen stained pants or the wet towel laying on the floor in the bathroom.
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A normal person would have realized about now that he still had major feelings for Greg and probably had made a really dumb decision in breaking things off. A normal person would have got his butt in gear and got ready to do some major groveling, begging and pleading to get his boyfriend back. But, we’ve already determined that not only was Nick NOT normal right now but he was probably on his way to ‘their coming to take me away ha ha’ land. Instead of doing what anyone in their right mind would do, Nick decided to see if Greg wanted to engage in a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship.
Nick thought the whole idea made a lot of sense. He wasn’t seeing anyone and he was pretty sure Greg wasn’t seeing anyone. The physical part of their five months together had always been good. Hell, it was so good there had to be a different word to use; like great or wonderful or spectacular or out of this galaxy good. Nick could not see why they should give that up just because they couldn’t live together in the same house. So he propositioned Greg in the Denali, in the parking lot after they had worked a case together. It didn’t go the way Nick had expected. Greg had used language Nick didn’t even know he knew. Greg had called him names, some in Norwegian that sounded really bad. He had ended by telling Nick if he ever said one single word to him that did not concern a case, he would go to Grissom and report him for sexual harrassment. He got out of the car and slammed the door so hard, Nick was afraid he might have damaged the lock.
Nick took the evidence into the lab, logged it in and went home. He never caught a glimpse of Greg.
Now what the heck was he supposed to do? His regular methods of sexual relief had not worked and it was pretty evident that he needed to attend to his physical needs to keep himself healthy but he’d been so rough during his make-out session with his good right hand that he’d bruised his dick and he didn’t think he could bring himself to do that too often. Perhaps, he couldn’t but maybe someone or something else could.
Several days later, Nick went home, went through his club preparation and headed out. He wasn’t psychic any more than Greg was. He never knew when he paid his cover charge, got his hand stamped and walked through the door of a club called ‘Ball and Chain’; he was actually walking straight into the dark place.
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Greg had spent the last few days alternately cursing Nick and working his behind off. He was in a strange place where he hurt because he thought Nick’s proposal that they just become ‘fuck buddies’ was a sign that he had never cared for him at all. He remembered Bobby making him admit that Nick had never once told him he ‘loved’ him. He’d told him constantly that he wanted him, that his kisses made him crazy, that he was the best piece of ass he’d ever had but never once had the word ‘love’ passed Nick Stokes lips. He’d imagined it all. How could he have been so fucking stupid?
He’d seen Alan every single day since Nick’s strange ‘proposal’. Alan was afraid Greg was going back to square one but Greg insisted he was not going to let that fucker tear him down again. Greg had been working on a phase of his ‘life growth plan’. Those were Alan’s words not his. Alan had led him kicking and screaming to the realization that he was now an adult. That meant he needed to act like an adult about his person and his home. Alan stressed to Greg he wanted him to grow up NOT old. If he still wanted to listen to Marilyn Manson and go to heavy metal concerts, get his butt in gear and go. Hell, Alan even said he’d go with him if he wanted company. And true to his word, he had gone with Greg and they had a great time. Alan told him later, he’d never laughed so hard in all his life and even the fact that he had no hearing in his upper or lower range hadn’t really bothered him. He’d just make sure he brought ear plugs next time.
Greg had adapted Alan’s idea and changed it to his own needs. The day after he’d received the table from Mr. Emerson, he’d had a ‘light bulb’ idea. When he came home, he’d done his usual; thrown everything on the floor and headed for the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee. He was walking back into his living room with his coffee when he took a good look at his new table. The table was gleaming there in his place with the beautifully carved mirror hanging above it. It didn’t look right; there was something wrong. Greg sat down and stared at the table. OH SHIT!! What good was it to put Waterford crystal candle sticks with no candles or a Galmer Sterling Silver vase with no flowers. Of course it doesn’t look right. Greg looked at his watch and decided he had time. He needed to grab something for breakfast anyway. He’d thought he still had some cereal but while making his coffee, he looked and the box was empty. God Nick used to hate it when he did that; put an empty box back on the shelf or an empty container of juice back in the fridge. The milk was sour anyway so even if he’d had cereal he couldn’t eat it. Greg slipped his shoes back on, grabbed his car keys and his wallet and headed out to the store.
Three hours later he was back. What should have been a 30 minute run to the store turned into a journey because he’d been muttering to himself about candles and flowers in the store when a sweet little grey-haired lady asked him if she could help him. He told her he needed some candles. She asked him what kind. He looked at her and said the kind that burn? She asked him if he had ever bought candles before. Greg was somewhat offended. Of course he’d bought candles. He’d picked up candles at the ‘Sex Toy Box’ when he wanted to provide a certain ‘ambiance’. Naturally he didn’t tell the sweet little grey-haired lady that! He finally said yes, he’d bought candles but always the little ones in the glass thingy’s. She said they were ‘votive’ candles. Then she asked him what he was going to put the candles in or on.
After she had the whole story out of him about the legacy of the table and the candle sticks and the vase, she asked if he had a car. He said yes he had a car and she said she was going to take him candle shopping if he would bring her right back here. Greg said he’d take her right to her front door if she could help him through this. They went off to a place Greg had never heard of called ‘Wick and Wicked’. He didn’t know that many candles existed in the whole world. They spent hours smelling and feeling while she talked to him about tapers and columns and bobbiche’s and votives and Greg’s head was spinning. When she asked him what color his walls were, Greg was ashamed to tell her they were a dirty grey, brown, tired white combination so he just said ‘standard apartment’. She then asked what his favorite color was. He was torn between green and red but eventually decided green. They bought some unbelievable gorgeous light green tapers. At the last minute, Greg went back and bought the red ones also. When she grinned at him, he just tried to bluff his way throught by saying, “These will look great at Christmas.”
Annabella, they were now on a first name basis, told him Christmas was almost 5 months away. Greg broke down and told her he really loved the smell of cinnamon. The green candles came in varying shades and aroma’s. Greg bought lime and honey-dew and mint. He didn’t know whether he wanted to burn them or lick them. Then they went to Annabella’s favorite street vendor and bought some calla lillies. Annabella told him they were just elegant flowers and she thought he would like them or white lilacs or day-lillies. She was right. When he saw the calla lillies he was smitten.
By the time he’d taken Annabella back to the grocery store and they had both bought the items they needed and he’d taken her home and carried her things into her spotless kitchen, Greg was hopelessly in love with this sweet lady. They exchanged telephone numbers after Greg said he would take her shopping every week and she was to call him if she needed anything, any time.
Greg went home, threw out the stale, cold coffee and while a new pot was heating, he put candles in his holders and arranged the lillies in his vase. Now that was more like it. He had a bowl of Coco-Puffs sitting on his couch, admiring his table and it’s accessories.
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The next morning was a repeat of the one before. There was something wrong. Flowers, check. Candles, check. Carved box sitting at an angle between them, check. Mirror just slightly off center so the candle sticks on the other side were not crowded, check. So what the HELL?
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The wall. The stinking, filthy, nasty, scratched wall. That’s what was wrong. Before Greg went to sleep he called Annabella. They talked and agreed that the next day, after Greg had gotten some sleep, he would come by and they would go to Lowe’s and she would educate him in paint samples. Greg went to sleep, determined to learn as much as possible from this lovely, accommodating lady.
That had been the start of a love affair; not only with Annabella, who was the most active, energetic 84 year old woman Greg had ever known but also with colors and hues and tints and painting techniques. Annabella was a retired teacher, (what the hell was it with him and retired teachers anyway). She had plaques and awards everywhere in her neat little home awarded to Annabella Harris, Outstanding High School Teacher of the Year. Greg could understand why after 2 hours in her company. She didn’t lecture; she told you wonderful stories about colors and what they meant and how they affected you. She told him how bright colors would increase your energy and appetite and that’s why so many kitchens were painted yellow or had splashes of red. She wooed him with words and tales and fables and during the process made him want to be surrounded by beauty.
Greg had been working on his apartment ever since. And what had started as a plan to improve his life style had become a way to hold himself together. Greg had worked constantly since Nick's strange idea that they would make great 'friends with benefits'.
He was almost through and had just completed the final coat on his kitchen cabinets when the phone started ringing off the hook. Greg wanted to clean his brush before it dried out so he decided to let the phone go to the answering machine. That is until he heard Rob’s hysterical voice screaming over the phone.
“Greg, Greg, please…oh God…please pick up Greg. Please pick up…they’re going to hurt Nick so bad. Please Greg…pick up, I don’t know what to do…they’re going to hurt him.”
Rating: NC-17 for language and adult content
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warnings: Danger and adult dialog.
Summary: Nick is losing control.
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
In real life, things have a way of evening out. Right after the breakup, Nick was handling everything and hardly seemed to miss Greg at all. That is, after he got his house back in order. Greg on the other hand was in almost constant emotional pain. Now, after several months, Greg was beginning to get his life together and Nick was….well, Nick wasn’t sure what was happening.
In the first month or so after the breakup, Nick had pretty much gone back to his familiar routine. He was a little fussier about his home and his possessions but he felt that was a perfectly logical response to the 5 months of turmoil he’d been through. He concentrated on his job and working on the landscaping on his days off. When he found himself getting somewhat restless about 6 weeks after their split, he decided that he probably needed to resume his club trips. He hadn't gone out once from the moment he kissed Greg for the first time until the present. Of course, when you're living with someone, whether male or female, you're expected to be faithful so that was a given. But he’d gone long enough. With the seasonal increase in crime and these crazy headaches he’d been randomly getting, it was almost 2 months before he finally headed back out to one of his favorite places.
One good thing about his attempt at a serious relationship with Greg was that he’d been away from the club scene for long enough to where he didn’t have to worry about being recognized. It was like starting all over again. He was excited about going out. It would be good to go back to the familiar again. To be the ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ Nick again. He would pick the man he wanted and allow that man to please him as he wished. He wouldn’t have to worry about making sure his partner was satisfied, he could just make sure he got what he needed.
Nick decided to go to ‘alterna’. It was the place where he'd had his first adventure and it had remained his favorite. He performed his ‘pre-club’ routine, shower, shave, toothbrush followed by mouthwash and last but not least; an enema. Now he was squeaky clean inside and out. He put on his ‘clubbing’ uniform. He’d had it in the bottom of his drawer for almost 7 months now and he had forgotten what he’d bought. It turned out to be his usual skin tight, low-cut jeans and a deep emerald green t-shirt. For one brief moment he thought it would be a shame to throw the shirt away when he was through but then, attention to detail and a strict adherance to the plan he’d set up years ago had kept him safe and in control for all these years. The shirt, no matter how pretty, had to go.
Nick got to the club, had his beer according to plan and then headed out onto the dance floor. He waited for the the music and rhythm to take over his body as it always had but it didn’t seem to work as well tonight. The beat didn’t seem to be as strong and steady as it had in the past and he found himself listening for the misses instead of losing himself as he was supposed to do. One thing hadn’t changed; the number of strong, hot, muscular bodies that wanted to rub against him and intice him into scandalous antics on the dance floor. He rubbed back against the hard erection he felt against his butt and then forward against the equally hard erection that was poking into his thigh. He couldn’t seem to get the rhythm. Usually it was great to get a solid push/pull thing going. He could have a dick front and back and that’s what he was looking for. After an hour of trying during which he just kept getting more and more frustrated, Nick arbitrarily grabbed the guy in front of him; dragged him off the floor to a dark corner and began to hump against him. He vaguely realized the guy was young and slim and blond. He also realized the guy was a lot more vested in what was going on than he was when Blondie reached up and bit Nick’s ear lobe and whispered, “What do you want me to do. I’ll do anything you need just tell me.”
Nick told the kid, he was just barely legal, he wanted a blow-job and the boy eagerly went to his knees. He opend Nick’s fly and began to work his dick out of his tight jeans. It wasn’t a difficult task because Nick was just semi-erect. The blond head began to move up and down Nick’s penis, licking and nipping gently. He swirled his tongue around the head and then used the tip to lick up the vein on the underside, up through the rounded edges of the head and dip into Nick’s slit. He delicately licked back and forward and then with no warning, took his cock completely down his throat. As blow jobs went, it was easily among the top five best Nick had ever had.
The boy worked on him with skill and dedication and it was such a shame to waste all that energy but Nick realized he wasn’t going to come. In fact, he was about to lose his erection, even with the whole hearted attention his dick was receiving. He quickly pulled the young man to his feet, turned him around and put his hands against the wall. He pulled his pants down, got some lube out of the kid’s pants, greased up a couple of fingers and used them to fuck the boy’s ass while he reached around and efficiently brought the young man off.
When he felt the cum spurt across his hand, he counted to five, then kissed the boy on the cheek (it wasn’t his fault after all) and told him he was a fantastic piece of ass and left the club. Outside in the parking lot, as he was pulling off the great-looking t-shirt and using it to wipe off both hands (but not his dick for the first time in seven years) he thought it was the only part of the routine that was even close to being the same.
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In the weeks to come, Nick tried 3 more times to get his club routine back on track and it just didn’t work. Once, he couldn’t get hard at all and the other two times, he managed to get stiff but couldn’t stay stiff. It was only later when he was trying to analyze the 4 failed attempts that Nick realized the three times he’d managed to get an erection at all was with young, lean, blonde or brown-haired men.
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OK, right about now, all of you who are reading this are saying or maybe just yelling at him, “Hey Stupid; who do you know that fits that description?” The thing is, Nick isn’t just dense, he’s going over the line into a dark place that’s been waiting for him ever since he was nine years old.
It got a little closer when he started using his club trips to replace his natural need for affection and companionship. It retreated somewhat during his five months with Greg but as his emotions became harder and harder to control, the dark place saw it’s chance and came back into Nick’s mind. It was the dark place that had been in control when he’d screamed at Greg.
If someone had just been there to tell him that losing control when you loved someone and they loved you back was normal and part of the ‘dance of sex and love’ he might have been able to work things out with Greg BUT the dark place was telling him that it was Greg’s fault that he let his house go and Greg’s fault that he spent hours in bed with him instead of doing the chores he was supposed to be doing. It was all Greg’s fault. Greg and his sexual tricks made Nick forget everything he’d used to keep himself from going crazy over the years. It got closer still when he began obsessive house cleaning and never realized he was moving into OCD territory.
Too bad Nick didn’t or couldn’t realize that Greg was the one thing that could have shut the door and thrown away the key to that dark place that had been waiting for him all that time.
Nick opened the door to the dark place a few days later.
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He’d finally recognized the significance of the physical descriptions of the 3 young men who’d interested him. Any one of them could have been mistaken for Greg in a dim light. (Not up close because they didn’t have Greg’s Hershey-kisses eyes or his long, dark, flirty eyelashes and his moles. God those moles made Nick hard just remembering the few scattered on his cheek and the ones on his torso. He even had a little mole on his cock that you could really see when he got hard. And then there was the one just beside his butt-hole. Jesus, that one drove Nick crazy)
Nick was sitting on his couch trying to watch TV. Nothing caught his fancy but he’d finally put it on Animal Planet. They were having a ‘Meercat Manor’ marathon. Nick had got the connection between the kids in the club and Greg while watching the shows. He remembered how he’d introduced Greg to Flower and her gang one evening when Greg said he was bored. Greg had been enchanted and they had actually gone to Blockbuster before work so he could get the first season DVD. After that, they made sure they TIVO’d every single episode, even the one’s they watched. They had spent a lot of happy moments, wrapped around each other watching the antics of the funny little animals. When Flower had died from a snake bite while trying to protect her pup’s, Greg had cried openly until he was almost sick. Nick had spent the rest of the night, making slow, gentle love to Greg; leaving him so limp and spent all he could do was sleep. When he woke, he was still sad but he’d accepted the death of the brave little creature.
As memories overcame Nick, he didn’t even realize he’d slid his hand down inside his sweat pants. He thought about the 3 guys in the club and then he thought about that night he’d held Greg and loved his tears and sorrow away. As his mind recalled the feel of Greg’s skin against his, his hand began to stroke his hardening prick. He thought about how Greg looked in the dim moonlight from the window and how he sounded when Nick moved between his legs and kissed the inside of his thighs. Kisses with teeth. Little bites just hard enough to make Greg hiss and then moan when Nick licked the bite marks and gently sucked on them. He'd worked his way up to Greg’s hard cock, twitching against his stomach. But he didn’t reach for the pretty thing. Instead, he’d flipped Greg over on his stomach and pulled him back so he was on his knees with his ass up in the air right in front of Nick’s face. Then he’d pushed his knees further apart, moved between them and pulled Greg’s cheeks apart. That’s when he’d seen the mole, dark against the pale, white skin of Greg’s ass. It was right there beside his entry. Almost like a sign. Nick believed in signs then. He’d licked across the mole and over to the puckered hole and ran the flat of his tongue across it. It was a good thing he was still holding Greg’s cheeks apart because he’d let out a yell and almost pitched Nick off the bed. Nick used his weight to hold Greg still while he proceeded to eat his ass so thoroughly, he didn’t even need lube to slide inside.
Nick came hard; so hard it almost caused a cramp in his hand from the furious stroking. He was lost in the memory of that night with Greg and the force of the first orgasm he’d had since Greg left. It took a long time for his breathing to return to normal and his heart to stop racing. Then, it took still more time for his legs to stiffen up enough to bear his weight. He stumbled into the bathroom, took off his clothes and got in the shower. When he got out, he stumbled into the bedroom and fell in bed and into the first really solid sleep he’d gotten since his first pathetic trip to ‘alterna’.
He never thought about his semen stained pants or the wet towel laying on the floor in the bathroom.
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A normal person would have realized about now that he still had major feelings for Greg and probably had made a really dumb decision in breaking things off. A normal person would have got his butt in gear and got ready to do some major groveling, begging and pleading to get his boyfriend back. But, we’ve already determined that not only was Nick NOT normal right now but he was probably on his way to ‘their coming to take me away ha ha’ land. Instead of doing what anyone in their right mind would do, Nick decided to see if Greg wanted to engage in a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship.
Nick thought the whole idea made a lot of sense. He wasn’t seeing anyone and he was pretty sure Greg wasn’t seeing anyone. The physical part of their five months together had always been good. Hell, it was so good there had to be a different word to use; like great or wonderful or spectacular or out of this galaxy good. Nick could not see why they should give that up just because they couldn’t live together in the same house. So he propositioned Greg in the Denali, in the parking lot after they had worked a case together. It didn’t go the way Nick had expected. Greg had used language Nick didn’t even know he knew. Greg had called him names, some in Norwegian that sounded really bad. He had ended by telling Nick if he ever said one single word to him that did not concern a case, he would go to Grissom and report him for sexual harrassment. He got out of the car and slammed the door so hard, Nick was afraid he might have damaged the lock.
Nick took the evidence into the lab, logged it in and went home. He never caught a glimpse of Greg.
Now what the heck was he supposed to do? His regular methods of sexual relief had not worked and it was pretty evident that he needed to attend to his physical needs to keep himself healthy but he’d been so rough during his make-out session with his good right hand that he’d bruised his dick and he didn’t think he could bring himself to do that too often. Perhaps, he couldn’t but maybe someone or something else could.
Several days later, Nick went home, went through his club preparation and headed out. He wasn’t psychic any more than Greg was. He never knew when he paid his cover charge, got his hand stamped and walked through the door of a club called ‘Ball and Chain’; he was actually walking straight into the dark place.
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Greg had spent the last few days alternately cursing Nick and working his behind off. He was in a strange place where he hurt because he thought Nick’s proposal that they just become ‘fuck buddies’ was a sign that he had never cared for him at all. He remembered Bobby making him admit that Nick had never once told him he ‘loved’ him. He’d told him constantly that he wanted him, that his kisses made him crazy, that he was the best piece of ass he’d ever had but never once had the word ‘love’ passed Nick Stokes lips. He’d imagined it all. How could he have been so fucking stupid?
He’d seen Alan every single day since Nick’s strange ‘proposal’. Alan was afraid Greg was going back to square one but Greg insisted he was not going to let that fucker tear him down again. Greg had been working on a phase of his ‘life growth plan’. Those were Alan’s words not his. Alan had led him kicking and screaming to the realization that he was now an adult. That meant he needed to act like an adult about his person and his home. Alan stressed to Greg he wanted him to grow up NOT old. If he still wanted to listen to Marilyn Manson and go to heavy metal concerts, get his butt in gear and go. Hell, Alan even said he’d go with him if he wanted company. And true to his word, he had gone with Greg and they had a great time. Alan told him later, he’d never laughed so hard in all his life and even the fact that he had no hearing in his upper or lower range hadn’t really bothered him. He’d just make sure he brought ear plugs next time.
Greg had adapted Alan’s idea and changed it to his own needs. The day after he’d received the table from Mr. Emerson, he’d had a ‘light bulb’ idea. When he came home, he’d done his usual; thrown everything on the floor and headed for the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee. He was walking back into his living room with his coffee when he took a good look at his new table. The table was gleaming there in his place with the beautifully carved mirror hanging above it. It didn’t look right; there was something wrong. Greg sat down and stared at the table. OH SHIT!! What good was it to put Waterford crystal candle sticks with no candles or a Galmer Sterling Silver vase with no flowers. Of course it doesn’t look right. Greg looked at his watch and decided he had time. He needed to grab something for breakfast anyway. He’d thought he still had some cereal but while making his coffee, he looked and the box was empty. God Nick used to hate it when he did that; put an empty box back on the shelf or an empty container of juice back in the fridge. The milk was sour anyway so even if he’d had cereal he couldn’t eat it. Greg slipped his shoes back on, grabbed his car keys and his wallet and headed out to the store.
Three hours later he was back. What should have been a 30 minute run to the store turned into a journey because he’d been muttering to himself about candles and flowers in the store when a sweet little grey-haired lady asked him if she could help him. He told her he needed some candles. She asked him what kind. He looked at her and said the kind that burn? She asked him if he had ever bought candles before. Greg was somewhat offended. Of course he’d bought candles. He’d picked up candles at the ‘Sex Toy Box’ when he wanted to provide a certain ‘ambiance’. Naturally he didn’t tell the sweet little grey-haired lady that! He finally said yes, he’d bought candles but always the little ones in the glass thingy’s. She said they were ‘votive’ candles. Then she asked him what he was going to put the candles in or on.
After she had the whole story out of him about the legacy of the table and the candle sticks and the vase, she asked if he had a car. He said yes he had a car and she said she was going to take him candle shopping if he would bring her right back here. Greg said he’d take her right to her front door if she could help him through this. They went off to a place Greg had never heard of called ‘Wick and Wicked’. He didn’t know that many candles existed in the whole world. They spent hours smelling and feeling while she talked to him about tapers and columns and bobbiche’s and votives and Greg’s head was spinning. When she asked him what color his walls were, Greg was ashamed to tell her they were a dirty grey, brown, tired white combination so he just said ‘standard apartment’. She then asked what his favorite color was. He was torn between green and red but eventually decided green. They bought some unbelievable gorgeous light green tapers. At the last minute, Greg went back and bought the red ones also. When she grinned at him, he just tried to bluff his way throught by saying, “These will look great at Christmas.”
Annabella, they were now on a first name basis, told him Christmas was almost 5 months away. Greg broke down and told her he really loved the smell of cinnamon. The green candles came in varying shades and aroma’s. Greg bought lime and honey-dew and mint. He didn’t know whether he wanted to burn them or lick them. Then they went to Annabella’s favorite street vendor and bought some calla lillies. Annabella told him they were just elegant flowers and she thought he would like them or white lilacs or day-lillies. She was right. When he saw the calla lillies he was smitten.
By the time he’d taken Annabella back to the grocery store and they had both bought the items they needed and he’d taken her home and carried her things into her spotless kitchen, Greg was hopelessly in love with this sweet lady. They exchanged telephone numbers after Greg said he would take her shopping every week and she was to call him if she needed anything, any time.
Greg went home, threw out the stale, cold coffee and while a new pot was heating, he put candles in his holders and arranged the lillies in his vase. Now that was more like it. He had a bowl of Coco-Puffs sitting on his couch, admiring his table and it’s accessories.
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The next morning was a repeat of the one before. There was something wrong. Flowers, check. Candles, check. Carved box sitting at an angle between them, check. Mirror just slightly off center so the candle sticks on the other side were not crowded, check. So what the HELL?
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The wall. The stinking, filthy, nasty, scratched wall. That’s what was wrong. Before Greg went to sleep he called Annabella. They talked and agreed that the next day, after Greg had gotten some sleep, he would come by and they would go to Lowe’s and she would educate him in paint samples. Greg went to sleep, determined to learn as much as possible from this lovely, accommodating lady.
That had been the start of a love affair; not only with Annabella, who was the most active, energetic 84 year old woman Greg had ever known but also with colors and hues and tints and painting techniques. Annabella was a retired teacher, (what the hell was it with him and retired teachers anyway). She had plaques and awards everywhere in her neat little home awarded to Annabella Harris, Outstanding High School Teacher of the Year. Greg could understand why after 2 hours in her company. She didn’t lecture; she told you wonderful stories about colors and what they meant and how they affected you. She told him how bright colors would increase your energy and appetite and that’s why so many kitchens were painted yellow or had splashes of red. She wooed him with words and tales and fables and during the process made him want to be surrounded by beauty.
Greg had been working on his apartment ever since. And what had started as a plan to improve his life style had become a way to hold himself together. Greg had worked constantly since Nick's strange idea that they would make great 'friends with benefits'.
He was almost through and had just completed the final coat on his kitchen cabinets when the phone started ringing off the hook. Greg wanted to clean his brush before it dried out so he decided to let the phone go to the answering machine. That is until he heard Rob’s hysterical voice screaming over the phone.
“Greg, Greg, please…oh God…please pick up Greg. Please pick up…they’re going to hurt Nick so bad. Please Greg…pick up, I don’t know what to do…they’re going to hurt him.”
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Date: 2007-10-20 11:40 pm (UTC)Who's Rob?
Oh no, please don't hurt Nicky!!!
Gahhhhhh!
:(
This was a great chapter tho.
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Date: 2007-10-20 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-21 05:48 am (UTC)I love the fact that Greg is getting all domesticated haha Wonderful ;)
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Date: 2007-10-21 04:29 pm (UTC)