Fic: Dig the Hole Wide and Deep (12/?)
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nickngregTitle: Dig the Hole Wide and Deep
Rating: NC-17 lots of bad language
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warnings: None
Summary: We get some background and one hint.
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
Hello there, I’m the Narrator and if you’re still with me at this point…well you must be pretty confused. Don’t feel bad. Everyone is confused; Alan, Greg, Bobby, Nick’s folks, Nick…Hell, I’m telling this story and even I’m confused.
I will give you all one hint. Alan’s hypothesis about Nick and Greg’s joining was right on the money. Nick really did panic when his prayers were answered. There is a reason for old sayings and the old saying, “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it” is one of the most dangerous warning’s in myth and legend.
Let’s talk some ancient history here. Way back in the beginning, Greg’s first night on the job, he and Nick were introduced. While they were shaking hands and saying hi, how are you there were all sorts of things going on beneath the surface.
Greg was babbling in his own mind, ”Oh my God, he is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Be still my beating heart and while I’m at it, you, yeah you, PRICK, I’m talking to you. Don’t you even think about getting hard. I don’t care if you want to jump on him or in him for that matter. Just cool it. My boss, the great GG (Gil Grissom) is standing here and I can tell he’s already worried about leaving his precious evidence in my hands. The last thing I need to do right now is get a hard on when he introduces me to sex on two legs. Oh my God, I’ve got to say something but I can’t when all I want to say is ‘can I bear your children. OH what’s that, I’m a male, you’re a male, we can’t have kids. Who cares? I could spend the rest of my life letting you fuck me to see if something might happen.”
The really funny thing was that while Greg was smiling and saying his ‘Hi’s, How are you’s”, Nick was doing his own soliloquy in his mind, only his went something like this.
”Damn, I wonder if his lips are really as soft as they look and wouldn’t they look good wrapped around my cock. I wonder if that spiky hair would tickle me when he sucks me down and oh Lord, look at those dark eyes and long eyelashes. He’s just too damn gorgeous to be a guy. I can just see those eyes looking up at me while I shove his ankles up around his ears and try to drill through his butt and straight into the mattress. Good God, these pants are tight. Well I guess I ought to be glad about that because if he licks his lips just…..Oh crap he did it again. Come on Greg, stop licking your lips and start licking my balls and anything else of mine you want to lick. Jesus Stokes, he’s a kid and he’s your co-worker. Get a grip on yourself. Oh yeah I could get a good grip on my cock, laying in bed watching him take that wild shirt and those baggy pants off, watching him shove his briefs down to his ankles and then walk naked towards me. Ready to crawl on top of me and ride my aching dick until we’re both ready to explode.”
You see, they’ve both been on the same page from the get go. So why did it take them seven years to get together? Glad you asked; simple stupidity and jumping to conclusions. It didn’t take Greg long to make friends with the rest of the lab rats and he found out right away Nick was one of their favorite topics of conversation. The only problem was, all the conversation was about what a player he was. Jackie even made the comment one day that between him and Warrick, they had probably bedded every single female in the greater Las Vegas area that wasn’t a certifiable bow-wow; present company excluded of course. It seems that neither Nick nor Warrick openly played with their co-workers.
And Nick, well Nick was skilled at hearing conversations he wasn’t supposed to hear. He’d heard Greg tell Sara that a ‘real man’ wouldn’t mind the fact that she smelled like decomp. He’d heard him ask Catherine if she thought Sara would go out with him. He’d heard Catherine tell him more than once to stop looking down her blouse. He’d caught him checking out DNA one quiet day in the lab and when he asked him what case he was working, Greg had said they were from a girl friend. He was checking to see if her DNA was OK and he commented that she had some fine-looking epithelial’s.
See what I mean? They were stupid conclusions being made by supposedly smart people. What’s that? You would make the same conclusions if you’d heard those comments. Well yeah maybe but what neither of them took into consideration was the fact that they flirted with each other like crazy. There is just nothing else to call it but flirting.
Greg would make coffee from his secret stash of expensive stuff and always kept a fresh hot cup for Nick. Nick would come into the lab for results and stand right up against Greg’s back and often would put his hand on his shoulder and sometimes he would put his other hand, open and flat right against Greg’s chest. Greg was always scared to death when he did. He was afraid that Nick would feel the way his heart pounded faster and harder just because it was Nick’s hand on his body.
Greg would talk to Nick in a soft, suggestive tone and the double entendres flew out of his mouth when he was talking to him. They played ‘Name that Compound’ constantly getting in each other’s way to get to the board and their bodies would rub together or bounce off each other. Their hand’s touched as they scribbled on the glass or wiped the glass clean.
What was being said had nothing to do with what was going on any time they were together. Nick came very close to telling Greg how he felt when he was so badly injured when the lab blew up. He sat beside his bed all one night, holding his hand and praying for his safe recovery. He had just decided to take a chance and see what happened when one of the nurses came in and fussed about him being there. He told her he had just got off work and stopped to see how his co-worker was doing before he went home. She said she would give him a few minutes but they had to start changing his bandages so he had to leave.
Nick knew it would take a lot more than a few minutes to get his courage up to say anything so he just leaned over and kissed Greg gently on the cheek and left.
Greg would have taken the chance and told Nick how he felt after the Nigel Crane incident if he could have gotten just five minutes alone with him. He was guarded and protected almost round the clock and the moment passed. The same thing happened with the Walter Gordon affair only worse. Greg was devastated by the whole situation and the only way he got through it was by shutting down all emotion. Afterwards, Nick’s large family was with him all the time and again the moment passed.
By the time Greg killed Demetrius James and got the shit kicked, beat and stomped out of him, he’d come to the conclusion that his hopeless passion for Nick was just that; hopeless. He’d accustomed himself to the casual one-night stands and pickups he settled for. They took care of the physical need’s in the same way going to the bathroom took care of a full bladder. It was a temporary fix. They did nothing for the emptiness in his heart and soul.
And Nick, well we all know how Nick was solving his sexual urges. Then Nick had a birthday, and got scared about getting older and worried about his future and came to the realization that he did not want to go back to Texas at all. He wanted to stay right here in Las Vegas. He also wanted to be more than a CSI 3 and he was tired of living in someone else’s place, with someone else’s rules and laying out money every month with nothing to show for it so….Nick bought a house.
Nick’s friends came to help him with the house. Nick threw a party. Greg stayed to help him clean up after the party. Greg asked about Nick’s bedroom and Nick showed it to him.
Something about having Greg in his bedroom, decorated exactly the way Greg had described his dream bedroom (along with the killer Margarita’s Nick had been drinking all night) lulled Nick’s fears and inhibitions into a coma and he made a pass at Greg. He really only intended to test the waters and see if Greg was interested but when he tried to tell Greg he did not intend for him to crawl into bed with him right then and there, Greg interrupted him with a warm, wet kiss and with seven years of sexual tension between them; well it was Katy bar the door.
They had sex, oh boy did they ever have sex, quite a few times as it were and there was no going back after that.
BUT Nick was used to sex with a complete stranger and leaving that stranger after the sex and sex on his terms. Now, Greg was anything but a stranger and there was no leaving Greg. It didn’t matter if they were in bed, in the kitchen or trying to watch TV, Greg was wrapped around or on top of Nick all the time. And the bad thing was, Nick loved it. He could not get over the fact that Greg’s lips really were as soft as he had thought and now all his dreams were coming true. He saw those soft lips wrapped around his cock anytime he wanted. The spiky hair was gone but the soft, silky curls did not tickle him, instead they brushed up against his thighs and his dick and his ass and any part of his anatomy he wanted. He was afraid he would never get used to lying in his bed and watching Greg take him deep in his throat while he watched Nick with his big chocolate eyes thru those killer long, dark eyelashes. And as far as having sex on his terms, he got over that notion the night he found himself in bed rimming his new boyfriend with the sort of enthusiasm he usually reserved for a thick T-bone steak.
Nick was completely out of control where Greg was concerned. Greg could make him forget about anything and everything with just a kiss or a gentle drift of his hand across the almost constant bulge in Nick’s jeans. And my god when Greg leaned back against Nick’s body and rubbed his ass across his aching erection, he didn’t even care that he was out of control.
He knew that he didn’t deserve complete love, complete happiness and complete submission like Greg was lavishing on him. He knew if Greg ever found out about the trips to the gay clubs, the number of times he’d let complete strangers use his body and Oh God the times after Crane and Gordon. The complete submersion into depravity that Nick had used to handle his fear and terror would disgust Greg completely. He would never again offer his beautiful body into Nick’s hands and let him do any thing he wanted with it.
And so, to try to ease the pain he knew was coming, Nick began to force ridiculous conditions on Greg. On one hand, he didn’t want him out of his sight. Even at work, when they were on separate cases, Nick felt edgy until the moment when he got back to the lab and saw Greg. He wanted Greg in his house and in his bed 24 hours a day but at the same time, he needed Greg to acknowledge that it was his house. That he Nick, was providing Greg with food, shelter and all the sex he could handle.
Now do you understand how we got to this point?
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It had been 2 weeks since the intervention and nothing was going the way any of the actors in this play really wanted or expected it to go.
Nick learned early on that Alan took no prisoners. He could not feed him a line of bullshit. Alan recognized it for bullshit and told Nick in no uncertain terms that it was bullshit. After the fifth day in a row of sessions that ended with both Nick and Alan yelling their lungs out at each other, Nick finally realized that he could feed Alan bullshit BUT at the heart of the pile had to be a nugget of truth.
After five days, Alan realized that Nick might not be handing him pure bullshit. It came when Nick admitted for the very first time that he went to the club on purpose. That was the nugget of truth but the reasons he gave for going there, they were still pure bullshit. All of them and they had to be peeled away until the shining bit of truth stood out from everything else. Nick went there on purpose. Now why did he go there?
During the five days, Bobby had come once by himself and once with his partner Steve. Nick found that when he wasn’t worrying about Bobby putting his hands on Greg, he could fall back into the old, comfortable relationship he’d had with Bobby. He was also amazed to discover how much he liked Steve just for being Steve. He had always thought of Steve as ‘Bobby and Steve’. He’d known him for quite a while but now that he thought about it, it had always been Bobby and Steve; at parties at Catherine’s or Jackie’s, at holiday get-together’s, when they would all decide to go have a few drinks together at a club or a meal at a restaurant.
Nick was thinking about all this in his room that evening after their visit. He sort of snickered to himself about it. He guessed things did change after a guy had practically had his nose in your ass while trying to figure out how to get a huge dildo equipped with barbs out of you without ripping you to pieces. Oh yeah, another thing Alan was right about. Nick remembered everything about his rescue. He remembered wanting to comfort Greg while he was puking his guts out over the ‘barbs’ remark. He remembered Greg tenderly cleaning Moe or Curly’s cum off his face and finding the rip in his mouth and the gentle loving kiss Greg had placed on his torn mouth.
He remembered the anguish in his friend’s voices when they saw him and the rage in Greg’s yell when he burst into the room. Nick did not know until later that Greg, his gentle Greg who would yell for him to come get a spider out of the bathtub, had grabbed the whip and slammed the handle into Larry’s face smashing his teeth in. He’d heard the whole exchange between Bobby, Greg and Larry when they asked for the key’s to get Nick out of the cuffs.
But after Steve had found the trigger and removed the dildo, the pain was so bad Nick drifted in and out so he wasn’t sure about a lot of things. He realized the reason he didn’t know he had Rob to thank for his rescue was because all of Rob’s action had taken place outside the room and he hadn’t recognized Rob as the bartender when he ordered his beer. He did remember Steve picking his bloody, naked body up in his strong arms and carrying him out of the torture chamber. He came to for a brief moment in the car and remembered Steve holding him against his body to try to shelter him from the bumps in the road as Greg broke all speed records getting him out of there. And that was it until he had woke up in his room with his folks, Greg and Dr. Perkins.
Nick finally acknowledged to himself at least, that he probably owed the three of them his life. He didn’t know how to repay them and he could not for the life of him figure out why they had risked so much for him.
Bobby had been pure pleasure during his solo visit. They talked shop, Bobby catching him up on all the cases he’d missed and of course, the latest gossip. He almost fell out of his chair when he told him about Grissom and Sara. He just gaped at Bobby and finally managed to say, “You are shitting me. Grissom and Sara are together and open about it?"
Bobby grinned and said, “Hope to kiss a speckled pup. It’s true.”
Nick was shaking his head in amazement. “Keerist, as many times as she tried to snare him and he ran what the hell happened”
“I don’t know Cowboy. Maybe he just realized he’s getting old and it’s not like he’s ever gonna get anything goin’ with Lady Heather so maybe he just settled.”
Nick was still shaking his head. “No offense to Sara but those two have about as much chemistry together as Hodges and his computer.”
“Hey careful there Hoss, I’ve seen Hodges send some pretty hot looks at that computer of his.” The two men looked at each other and both of them started laughing at the same time.
Dr. Perkins came into the room about then and told them that Nick needed to laugh more than he needed to set through a session. He would come back later. He asked Bobby if he was going to be able to stay a while and when told yes, he asked them if they would like him to notify the kitchen to serve lunch for two in Nick’s room. Nick was caught off guard by the kindness of the suggestion and said that would be great with him. He looked at Bobby and asked him if he wanted to eat with him. Bobby said he’d like that. Alan took their food orders and turned to go and Nick said, “Dr. Perkins?”
Alan turned and laughed at Nick and said, “Good God, don’t tell me you thought of something else you want to eat. I’m going to have to send the chef shopping as it is.”
Nick laughed back at him and said, “No, I just wanted to say thanks for letting me skip the session to be with Bobby.”
Alan looked at him for a long second and cataloged in his mind exactly what Nick looked like when he was being completely honest with no barriers and then smiled. “Your welcome, Nick; Bobby, give my love to Steve when you get home and give Chelsi a kiss from her Uncle Alan.” Bobby nodded,he would do that.
He and Nick had a great afternoon together. They ate and talked and laughed. Eventually they got around to the subject of Nick’s sexuality. Bobby was a little hurt that Nick had not trusted him enough to share his secret with him. Nick thought about telling him that he wasn’t sure but found that for once in the last twenty-five years he did not want to lie or hide. He told Bobby he knew he would be OK with it but he felt that as long as it was his secret, it wasn’t real. If he told Bobby, if he said the words, it would be a fact and he would have to deal with it. He also admitted he was afraid that Bobby might let it get out not because he couldn’t trust Bobby’s discretion but simply because Bobby was so comfortable with his long term ‘marriage’ to Steve and Bobby was so comfortable with his ‘gayness’ for want of a better word that he would assume everybody was.
When Nick added that he was not comfortable with his ‘gayness’, Bobby asked him if that was what caused the problems between him and Greg. Nick’s head jerked up at that and he asked Bobby what he knew about him and Greg. Bobby told him Greg had turned to him because he was in so much pain after they broke up. He knew if anyone could understand how he was feeling it would be him.
Nick felt the red rage begin to rise again and he could not help the sarcastic “So Bobby what did you do? Did you comfort him, put your arm around him and tell him you would take care of him? He could count on you.”
Bobby could be a real hot head when he wanted to but he heard the pain and hurt behind the cruel words. He leaned back in his seat and put his hands on his chair arms. That put him ready if Nick decided to jump him but it also opened up his upper body and made him appear less threatening. He said very calmly, “Yeah Nick I did comfort him. He needed it in the worst way. I took him home with me to Steve. We fed him and kept him at our house in our spare room. The same one, by the way, we kept you in while we waited for Alan to come tend to your wounds. And you know the way Steve held you in the car to keep you from feeling the bumps in the road, well that’s exactly the way he held Greg and rocked him in our big chair in the living room when he cried in his sleep.”
Nick looked at Bobby for a long time. He looked at the strong chin, the kind face, the calm eyes and the curly hair that sometimes made him look like such a kid. He saw the truth in that face and those eyes. He know Bobby was telling him the absolute truth and he felt such shame he could hardly breathe. He felt the tears come and slowly roll down his face. He tried to talk but nothing came out. He was blinded by the tears that just kept coming and didn’t see Bobby get up, cross over and sit down beside him in the little loveseat in his room. He didn’t know until he felt Bobby’s arm around his shoulder and his big hand using a handkerchief on his face, carefully wiping away the tears.
Nick found his voice then but all he could say was, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. God what’s wrong with me. Who am I and what happens to the Nick that knows you love Steve completely and would never hurt him for a casual fling. Not even with someone as hot as Greg.”
Bobby laughed and kept wiping tears. “You know Cowboy, Greg is hot and maybe, just maybe, if I’d never met Steve, I might be tempted but I’ve never been much for group sex and anyone besides you that tries to shag Greg is going to have 3 in his bed; Greg, him and your ghost. Don’t you know yet that Greg loves you, has always loved you and probably will never ever love anyone but you? That’s why you have got to work with Alan and get well. Not just for you but because Greg’s life and happiness depends on what you do here for the next few months. If you have any feelings for the boy, please put your own pride on the back burner and try to find out why you are doin’ what you’re doin’. Because I’ll tell you right now, if you ever get yourself in another fix like that last one, you’re on your own. That goes for me, Steve and Greg even if I have to tie him to chair to keep him from trying to rescue you.”
Nick leaned into Bobby’s strong, warm body and rested on his friend. He quit crying and they just sat together for a while. At last, Nick straightened up and said one more time he was truly sorry for his nasty words and he would try for everyone’s sake to work with Alan.
Bobby grinned and asked, “And the next time I feel the urge to grab Greg and hug him to pieces just because he’s so damn cute?”
Nick glared at him and said, “Well I guess I’m just going to have to grab Steve and plant a big, wet, sloppy one on him. What do you think about that?”
Bobby roared out loud and said, “I think Steve would be the most confused, happy, horny married gay guy in Las Vegas.”
Nick tried to keep glaring but couldn’t keep it up; not while Bobby was almost whooping with laughter. He gave up and just started laughing with Bobby.
Laughter is not a bad way to end a visit in a crazy house.
Rating: NC-17 lots of bad language
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warnings: None
Summary: We get some background and one hint.
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
Hello there, I’m the Narrator and if you’re still with me at this point…well you must be pretty confused. Don’t feel bad. Everyone is confused; Alan, Greg, Bobby, Nick’s folks, Nick…Hell, I’m telling this story and even I’m confused.
I will give you all one hint. Alan’s hypothesis about Nick and Greg’s joining was right on the money. Nick really did panic when his prayers were answered. There is a reason for old sayings and the old saying, “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it” is one of the most dangerous warning’s in myth and legend.
Let’s talk some ancient history here. Way back in the beginning, Greg’s first night on the job, he and Nick were introduced. While they were shaking hands and saying hi, how are you there were all sorts of things going on beneath the surface.
Greg was babbling in his own mind, ”Oh my God, he is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Be still my beating heart and while I’m at it, you, yeah you, PRICK, I’m talking to you. Don’t you even think about getting hard. I don’t care if you want to jump on him or in him for that matter. Just cool it. My boss, the great GG (Gil Grissom) is standing here and I can tell he’s already worried about leaving his precious evidence in my hands. The last thing I need to do right now is get a hard on when he introduces me to sex on two legs. Oh my God, I’ve got to say something but I can’t when all I want to say is ‘can I bear your children. OH what’s that, I’m a male, you’re a male, we can’t have kids. Who cares? I could spend the rest of my life letting you fuck me to see if something might happen.”
The really funny thing was that while Greg was smiling and saying his ‘Hi’s, How are you’s”, Nick was doing his own soliloquy in his mind, only his went something like this.
”Damn, I wonder if his lips are really as soft as they look and wouldn’t they look good wrapped around my cock. I wonder if that spiky hair would tickle me when he sucks me down and oh Lord, look at those dark eyes and long eyelashes. He’s just too damn gorgeous to be a guy. I can just see those eyes looking up at me while I shove his ankles up around his ears and try to drill through his butt and straight into the mattress. Good God, these pants are tight. Well I guess I ought to be glad about that because if he licks his lips just…..Oh crap he did it again. Come on Greg, stop licking your lips and start licking my balls and anything else of mine you want to lick. Jesus Stokes, he’s a kid and he’s your co-worker. Get a grip on yourself. Oh yeah I could get a good grip on my cock, laying in bed watching him take that wild shirt and those baggy pants off, watching him shove his briefs down to his ankles and then walk naked towards me. Ready to crawl on top of me and ride my aching dick until we’re both ready to explode.”
You see, they’ve both been on the same page from the get go. So why did it take them seven years to get together? Glad you asked; simple stupidity and jumping to conclusions. It didn’t take Greg long to make friends with the rest of the lab rats and he found out right away Nick was one of their favorite topics of conversation. The only problem was, all the conversation was about what a player he was. Jackie even made the comment one day that between him and Warrick, they had probably bedded every single female in the greater Las Vegas area that wasn’t a certifiable bow-wow; present company excluded of course. It seems that neither Nick nor Warrick openly played with their co-workers.
And Nick, well Nick was skilled at hearing conversations he wasn’t supposed to hear. He’d heard Greg tell Sara that a ‘real man’ wouldn’t mind the fact that she smelled like decomp. He’d heard him ask Catherine if she thought Sara would go out with him. He’d heard Catherine tell him more than once to stop looking down her blouse. He’d caught him checking out DNA one quiet day in the lab and when he asked him what case he was working, Greg had said they were from a girl friend. He was checking to see if her DNA was OK and he commented that she had some fine-looking epithelial’s.
See what I mean? They were stupid conclusions being made by supposedly smart people. What’s that? You would make the same conclusions if you’d heard those comments. Well yeah maybe but what neither of them took into consideration was the fact that they flirted with each other like crazy. There is just nothing else to call it but flirting.
Greg would make coffee from his secret stash of expensive stuff and always kept a fresh hot cup for Nick. Nick would come into the lab for results and stand right up against Greg’s back and often would put his hand on his shoulder and sometimes he would put his other hand, open and flat right against Greg’s chest. Greg was always scared to death when he did. He was afraid that Nick would feel the way his heart pounded faster and harder just because it was Nick’s hand on his body.
Greg would talk to Nick in a soft, suggestive tone and the double entendres flew out of his mouth when he was talking to him. They played ‘Name that Compound’ constantly getting in each other’s way to get to the board and their bodies would rub together or bounce off each other. Their hand’s touched as they scribbled on the glass or wiped the glass clean.
What was being said had nothing to do with what was going on any time they were together. Nick came very close to telling Greg how he felt when he was so badly injured when the lab blew up. He sat beside his bed all one night, holding his hand and praying for his safe recovery. He had just decided to take a chance and see what happened when one of the nurses came in and fussed about him being there. He told her he had just got off work and stopped to see how his co-worker was doing before he went home. She said she would give him a few minutes but they had to start changing his bandages so he had to leave.
Nick knew it would take a lot more than a few minutes to get his courage up to say anything so he just leaned over and kissed Greg gently on the cheek and left.
Greg would have taken the chance and told Nick how he felt after the Nigel Crane incident if he could have gotten just five minutes alone with him. He was guarded and protected almost round the clock and the moment passed. The same thing happened with the Walter Gordon affair only worse. Greg was devastated by the whole situation and the only way he got through it was by shutting down all emotion. Afterwards, Nick’s large family was with him all the time and again the moment passed.
By the time Greg killed Demetrius James and got the shit kicked, beat and stomped out of him, he’d come to the conclusion that his hopeless passion for Nick was just that; hopeless. He’d accustomed himself to the casual one-night stands and pickups he settled for. They took care of the physical need’s in the same way going to the bathroom took care of a full bladder. It was a temporary fix. They did nothing for the emptiness in his heart and soul.
And Nick, well we all know how Nick was solving his sexual urges. Then Nick had a birthday, and got scared about getting older and worried about his future and came to the realization that he did not want to go back to Texas at all. He wanted to stay right here in Las Vegas. He also wanted to be more than a CSI 3 and he was tired of living in someone else’s place, with someone else’s rules and laying out money every month with nothing to show for it so….Nick bought a house.
Nick’s friends came to help him with the house. Nick threw a party. Greg stayed to help him clean up after the party. Greg asked about Nick’s bedroom and Nick showed it to him.
Something about having Greg in his bedroom, decorated exactly the way Greg had described his dream bedroom (along with the killer Margarita’s Nick had been drinking all night) lulled Nick’s fears and inhibitions into a coma and he made a pass at Greg. He really only intended to test the waters and see if Greg was interested but when he tried to tell Greg he did not intend for him to crawl into bed with him right then and there, Greg interrupted him with a warm, wet kiss and with seven years of sexual tension between them; well it was Katy bar the door.
They had sex, oh boy did they ever have sex, quite a few times as it were and there was no going back after that.
BUT Nick was used to sex with a complete stranger and leaving that stranger after the sex and sex on his terms. Now, Greg was anything but a stranger and there was no leaving Greg. It didn’t matter if they were in bed, in the kitchen or trying to watch TV, Greg was wrapped around or on top of Nick all the time. And the bad thing was, Nick loved it. He could not get over the fact that Greg’s lips really were as soft as he had thought and now all his dreams were coming true. He saw those soft lips wrapped around his cock anytime he wanted. The spiky hair was gone but the soft, silky curls did not tickle him, instead they brushed up against his thighs and his dick and his ass and any part of his anatomy he wanted. He was afraid he would never get used to lying in his bed and watching Greg take him deep in his throat while he watched Nick with his big chocolate eyes thru those killer long, dark eyelashes. And as far as having sex on his terms, he got over that notion the night he found himself in bed rimming his new boyfriend with the sort of enthusiasm he usually reserved for a thick T-bone steak.
Nick was completely out of control where Greg was concerned. Greg could make him forget about anything and everything with just a kiss or a gentle drift of his hand across the almost constant bulge in Nick’s jeans. And my god when Greg leaned back against Nick’s body and rubbed his ass across his aching erection, he didn’t even care that he was out of control.
He knew that he didn’t deserve complete love, complete happiness and complete submission like Greg was lavishing on him. He knew if Greg ever found out about the trips to the gay clubs, the number of times he’d let complete strangers use his body and Oh God the times after Crane and Gordon. The complete submersion into depravity that Nick had used to handle his fear and terror would disgust Greg completely. He would never again offer his beautiful body into Nick’s hands and let him do any thing he wanted with it.
And so, to try to ease the pain he knew was coming, Nick began to force ridiculous conditions on Greg. On one hand, he didn’t want him out of his sight. Even at work, when they were on separate cases, Nick felt edgy until the moment when he got back to the lab and saw Greg. He wanted Greg in his house and in his bed 24 hours a day but at the same time, he needed Greg to acknowledge that it was his house. That he Nick, was providing Greg with food, shelter and all the sex he could handle.
Now do you understand how we got to this point?
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It had been 2 weeks since the intervention and nothing was going the way any of the actors in this play really wanted or expected it to go.
Nick learned early on that Alan took no prisoners. He could not feed him a line of bullshit. Alan recognized it for bullshit and told Nick in no uncertain terms that it was bullshit. After the fifth day in a row of sessions that ended with both Nick and Alan yelling their lungs out at each other, Nick finally realized that he could feed Alan bullshit BUT at the heart of the pile had to be a nugget of truth.
After five days, Alan realized that Nick might not be handing him pure bullshit. It came when Nick admitted for the very first time that he went to the club on purpose. That was the nugget of truth but the reasons he gave for going there, they were still pure bullshit. All of them and they had to be peeled away until the shining bit of truth stood out from everything else. Nick went there on purpose. Now why did he go there?
During the five days, Bobby had come once by himself and once with his partner Steve. Nick found that when he wasn’t worrying about Bobby putting his hands on Greg, he could fall back into the old, comfortable relationship he’d had with Bobby. He was also amazed to discover how much he liked Steve just for being Steve. He had always thought of Steve as ‘Bobby and Steve’. He’d known him for quite a while but now that he thought about it, it had always been Bobby and Steve; at parties at Catherine’s or Jackie’s, at holiday get-together’s, when they would all decide to go have a few drinks together at a club or a meal at a restaurant.
Nick was thinking about all this in his room that evening after their visit. He sort of snickered to himself about it. He guessed things did change after a guy had practically had his nose in your ass while trying to figure out how to get a huge dildo equipped with barbs out of you without ripping you to pieces. Oh yeah, another thing Alan was right about. Nick remembered everything about his rescue. He remembered wanting to comfort Greg while he was puking his guts out over the ‘barbs’ remark. He remembered Greg tenderly cleaning Moe or Curly’s cum off his face and finding the rip in his mouth and the gentle loving kiss Greg had placed on his torn mouth.
He remembered the anguish in his friend’s voices when they saw him and the rage in Greg’s yell when he burst into the room. Nick did not know until later that Greg, his gentle Greg who would yell for him to come get a spider out of the bathtub, had grabbed the whip and slammed the handle into Larry’s face smashing his teeth in. He’d heard the whole exchange between Bobby, Greg and Larry when they asked for the key’s to get Nick out of the cuffs.
But after Steve had found the trigger and removed the dildo, the pain was so bad Nick drifted in and out so he wasn’t sure about a lot of things. He realized the reason he didn’t know he had Rob to thank for his rescue was because all of Rob’s action had taken place outside the room and he hadn’t recognized Rob as the bartender when he ordered his beer. He did remember Steve picking his bloody, naked body up in his strong arms and carrying him out of the torture chamber. He came to for a brief moment in the car and remembered Steve holding him against his body to try to shelter him from the bumps in the road as Greg broke all speed records getting him out of there. And that was it until he had woke up in his room with his folks, Greg and Dr. Perkins.
Nick finally acknowledged to himself at least, that he probably owed the three of them his life. He didn’t know how to repay them and he could not for the life of him figure out why they had risked so much for him.
Bobby had been pure pleasure during his solo visit. They talked shop, Bobby catching him up on all the cases he’d missed and of course, the latest gossip. He almost fell out of his chair when he told him about Grissom and Sara. He just gaped at Bobby and finally managed to say, “You are shitting me. Grissom and Sara are together and open about it?"
Bobby grinned and said, “Hope to kiss a speckled pup. It’s true.”
Nick was shaking his head in amazement. “Keerist, as many times as she tried to snare him and he ran what the hell happened”
“I don’t know Cowboy. Maybe he just realized he’s getting old and it’s not like he’s ever gonna get anything goin’ with Lady Heather so maybe he just settled.”
Nick was still shaking his head. “No offense to Sara but those two have about as much chemistry together as Hodges and his computer.”
“Hey careful there Hoss, I’ve seen Hodges send some pretty hot looks at that computer of his.” The two men looked at each other and both of them started laughing at the same time.
Dr. Perkins came into the room about then and told them that Nick needed to laugh more than he needed to set through a session. He would come back later. He asked Bobby if he was going to be able to stay a while and when told yes, he asked them if they would like him to notify the kitchen to serve lunch for two in Nick’s room. Nick was caught off guard by the kindness of the suggestion and said that would be great with him. He looked at Bobby and asked him if he wanted to eat with him. Bobby said he’d like that. Alan took their food orders and turned to go and Nick said, “Dr. Perkins?”
Alan turned and laughed at Nick and said, “Good God, don’t tell me you thought of something else you want to eat. I’m going to have to send the chef shopping as it is.”
Nick laughed back at him and said, “No, I just wanted to say thanks for letting me skip the session to be with Bobby.”
Alan looked at him for a long second and cataloged in his mind exactly what Nick looked like when he was being completely honest with no barriers and then smiled. “Your welcome, Nick; Bobby, give my love to Steve when you get home and give Chelsi a kiss from her Uncle Alan.” Bobby nodded,he would do that.
He and Nick had a great afternoon together. They ate and talked and laughed. Eventually they got around to the subject of Nick’s sexuality. Bobby was a little hurt that Nick had not trusted him enough to share his secret with him. Nick thought about telling him that he wasn’t sure but found that for once in the last twenty-five years he did not want to lie or hide. He told Bobby he knew he would be OK with it but he felt that as long as it was his secret, it wasn’t real. If he told Bobby, if he said the words, it would be a fact and he would have to deal with it. He also admitted he was afraid that Bobby might let it get out not because he couldn’t trust Bobby’s discretion but simply because Bobby was so comfortable with his long term ‘marriage’ to Steve and Bobby was so comfortable with his ‘gayness’ for want of a better word that he would assume everybody was.
When Nick added that he was not comfortable with his ‘gayness’, Bobby asked him if that was what caused the problems between him and Greg. Nick’s head jerked up at that and he asked Bobby what he knew about him and Greg. Bobby told him Greg had turned to him because he was in so much pain after they broke up. He knew if anyone could understand how he was feeling it would be him.
Nick felt the red rage begin to rise again and he could not help the sarcastic “So Bobby what did you do? Did you comfort him, put your arm around him and tell him you would take care of him? He could count on you.”
Bobby could be a real hot head when he wanted to but he heard the pain and hurt behind the cruel words. He leaned back in his seat and put his hands on his chair arms. That put him ready if Nick decided to jump him but it also opened up his upper body and made him appear less threatening. He said very calmly, “Yeah Nick I did comfort him. He needed it in the worst way. I took him home with me to Steve. We fed him and kept him at our house in our spare room. The same one, by the way, we kept you in while we waited for Alan to come tend to your wounds. And you know the way Steve held you in the car to keep you from feeling the bumps in the road, well that’s exactly the way he held Greg and rocked him in our big chair in the living room when he cried in his sleep.”
Nick looked at Bobby for a long time. He looked at the strong chin, the kind face, the calm eyes and the curly hair that sometimes made him look like such a kid. He saw the truth in that face and those eyes. He know Bobby was telling him the absolute truth and he felt such shame he could hardly breathe. He felt the tears come and slowly roll down his face. He tried to talk but nothing came out. He was blinded by the tears that just kept coming and didn’t see Bobby get up, cross over and sit down beside him in the little loveseat in his room. He didn’t know until he felt Bobby’s arm around his shoulder and his big hand using a handkerchief on his face, carefully wiping away the tears.
Nick found his voice then but all he could say was, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. God what’s wrong with me. Who am I and what happens to the Nick that knows you love Steve completely and would never hurt him for a casual fling. Not even with someone as hot as Greg.”
Bobby laughed and kept wiping tears. “You know Cowboy, Greg is hot and maybe, just maybe, if I’d never met Steve, I might be tempted but I’ve never been much for group sex and anyone besides you that tries to shag Greg is going to have 3 in his bed; Greg, him and your ghost. Don’t you know yet that Greg loves you, has always loved you and probably will never ever love anyone but you? That’s why you have got to work with Alan and get well. Not just for you but because Greg’s life and happiness depends on what you do here for the next few months. If you have any feelings for the boy, please put your own pride on the back burner and try to find out why you are doin’ what you’re doin’. Because I’ll tell you right now, if you ever get yourself in another fix like that last one, you’re on your own. That goes for me, Steve and Greg even if I have to tie him to chair to keep him from trying to rescue you.”
Nick leaned into Bobby’s strong, warm body and rested on his friend. He quit crying and they just sat together for a while. At last, Nick straightened up and said one more time he was truly sorry for his nasty words and he would try for everyone’s sake to work with Alan.
Bobby grinned and asked, “And the next time I feel the urge to grab Greg and hug him to pieces just because he’s so damn cute?”
Nick glared at him and said, “Well I guess I’m just going to have to grab Steve and plant a big, wet, sloppy one on him. What do you think about that?”
Bobby roared out loud and said, “I think Steve would be the most confused, happy, horny married gay guy in Las Vegas.”
Nick tried to keep glaring but couldn’t keep it up; not while Bobby was almost whooping with laughter. He gave up and just started laughing with Bobby.
Laughter is not a bad way to end a visit in a crazy house.
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Date: 2007-10-30 11:54 pm (UTC)Hopefully Nick means it this time when he says he'll try.
LOVE THIS!
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Date: 2007-10-31 02:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-31 08:45 am (UTC)Moving on now, great chapter. I really enjoyed the way you set this chapter up. I loved the visit with Bobby (who rules). I think Bobby is handling Nick really well. And I'm glad Nick is sort of getting used to Alan. Great up-date as always. You Rock!
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Date: 2007-10-31 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-31 06:42 pm (UTC)Thank you thank you thank you thank you!
I tried reading this last night when I was exhausted and kept rereading the same line about 8 times, so I waited til today and I'm glad I did. I'm having the worlds most crankiest day here and this just snapped me out of it. *Smooch*
I like the narrator, it works well with this!
Can't wait for the next chapter!
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Date: 2007-11-01 01:01 am (UTC)Here's to only one cranky day a week at the most.