nickngreg | 'cause I wanna be cool too.

So apparently poasting fic is the cool thing to do tonight. Here is the follow up to "You Seem to Move Uneasy". As always any and all comments/suggestions are more than welcome.

Fandom: CSI
Title: I Only Hope I Won't Disappoint You
Author: Saebuffyboy
Pairing: Nick and Greg (are there any other?)
Rating: NC17 (Hot boy on boy action, is there any other?)
Summary: Follow up to "you seem to move uneasy" Greg looses track of time.

I hope you all enjoy.

As always, they're not mine, I just like to play with them.

It had been a particularly long night for the team. Not that any of the cases were all that difficult, but the night had none the less seemed longer than most. When the suggestion was made to go to breakfast, even Grissom jumped at the idea. Several eggs and pancakes later, and most of their steam blown off, the team began to retreat to their respective lives. Cath stood up first and pulled her cash from her pocket. “Lindsay.” was the only word she uttered as she walked away from the table. Warrick and Grissom stood up seconds later, both said good bye and went on their way. No one was going to bother asking for an explanation it was pretty obvious they had both been interested in Catherines attention. That left just Sara, Nick and Greg.

“So do you think we should call this night a morning?” Sara asked her male compatriots.

“I could go for a drink actually, still all wound up from tonight.” Greg responded squirming in his seat.

“You and your iron stomach, any more carbs and I’m going to burst.” Sarah slid out of her seat and reached for her money. “Nick?” she asked as she made her way towards the exit.

“Uhh, actually I think a beer could do me some good, thanks though.” Nick replied patting his stomach.

“See you boys. Remember you have to work tonight.” Sara warned.

“Yes, mommy, we’ll be sure to allow plenty of time for our bodies to filter the alcohol, and hydrate.” Greg gave Sara his best little boy impression.

“Whatever.” Sarah smiled and shook her head as she put on her sun glasses before exiting.

“So beer?” Nick queried after Sara left.

“Defiantly,” Greg replied as the two men stood up and placed their money on the table. “A good thing.”

“Ok Martha, so where?”

“I know a little place just around the corner.”

Nick and Greg made their way from the dinner to a bar which was literally just around the corner. On their way in Nick hesitated when he noticed a small rainbow flag in the corner of the window. Being a CSI and a member of modern society Nick realized instantly what kind of bar this was.

“Greg,” Nick hesitate. “What kind of bar is this?”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing like that. This place has the best drink specials, and the only people who are in here at this hour are alcoholics and guys blowing their trust funds.” Greg explained as he pulled Nick inside.

Inside was similar to most bars. Dark, dank and wreaking of alcohol. Nick pretended to ignore the two men making out in a booth on their way to the bar. Greg couldn’t help but notice Nicks interest and bashfulness at the situation. Other than the bartender and the two men in the booth they were alone.

“See anything interesting.” Greg ribbed as they sat at the bar.

“How, do you know of this place?” Nick inquired. Happy the lighting was so dark, because he was sure he was blushing.

“Heard around about it.” Greg waved his hand absently in the air summoning the bartender.

“What can I get you fellows?” The spiky blond behind the bar interrupted the two men. “Special of the day is dollar seventy-five domestic bottles.”

“Two bud lights.” Greg ordered. Tossing a few bills on the bar. He turned his attention back to Nick. “I’m going to titrate my pants in a minuet here. I’ll be right back..” He said standing up and heading towards the restroom.

As soon as Greg was out of ear shot the bartender returned. As he set down the bottles, Nick grabbed ten bucks out of his pocket and threw it on the bar. “Two double shots of Jack, there’s another ten if I have them and they’re gone before the blond gets back.” Nick threw another ten on the bar. Before he knew what was happening, the bartender was pouring him two triples, “because he was so damn cute” Nick took the two shots and had just chased them with his beer as Greg was returning.

“So what’d I miss?” Greg grabbed his seat and his beer.

“A toast” Nick held up his bottle.

“To what?” Greg held up his bottle as well.

“To us.” Nick offered, more of a hope then an answer.

“To us.” Greg confirmed.

They were never sure how many drinks they had, but soon they were sitting knee to knee and laughing like old friends. When Greg got up to piss again. Nick repeated his earlier interaction with the bartender with the same results. When Greg got back he noticed that Nick was far drunker than he should have been. They were about the same size, Nick a little more muscular, and Greg wasn’t that drunk. When he sat down, he turned to Nick.

“You know that I’m not a CSI, but that doesn’t mean I don’t notice things. Like the fact that when we came in that bottle of Jack Daniels had the front label facing out.” He pointed to the bottle sitting nearest to them behind the bar. “And was on the other side of the bar. And a third fuller. What’s up Nick. Is there something you need to talk about or what?”

Nick leaned in towards Greg and motioned the other man closer. When Greg leaned in Nick grabbed him on the shoulder and pulled him closer. Gregs breath caught in his throat. PDAs were not Nicks thing. Sure, they had been this close at work several times while looking through the microscopes and they touched all the time, but this was the first time it had ever occurred in public. Nick wet his lips and leaned in closer to Greg.

“I like you.” Nick said barley loud enough for Greg to hear.

“I like you too.” Greg rolled his eyes. “Now what’s up?”

“No, No,” Nick shook his head and in turn forced Greg to do the same. “I like you like I did Rian Harrison.”

“Whose, Rian Harrison.” The words could barley form on his lips. Scared of what the answer might be.

“Rian was my old fraternity brother and roommate.” Nick was slurring his words pretty hard at this point and Greg had to defer his excitement to make sure he was hearing Nick correctly. “And my old boyfriend.”

“You had a boyfriend in college?” Greg could hardly contain the surprise in his voice.

“Well, we used to get drunk and fuck, but other times we were inseparable.” He pulled back from Greg enough to look the other man in the eyes. “But I never felt for him what I feel for you.”

Before Greg knew what was happening, Nick had pressed his lips against Gregs and was trying to slip his tongue inside the other mans mouth. As quickly has the kiss had begun Greg felt himself unexpectedly pulling away.

“Nick you’re wasted.” Greg shook his head and looked away.

“I’m not drunk.” Nick retorted slurring some more.

“I can barley understand you you’re slurring so bad.”

“I’m not drunk or slurring. I’m Texan, it’s just my southern charm.”

“You’re southern charm smells like Gentleman Jack.” Greg couldn’t help but laugh at his own joke. They both sat in silence for a minuet before Greg spoke again.

“Nick, where’s this going?” Greg asked unsure how to proceed.

“My place or yours.”

“Are you sure.”

“Please Greg, I want to fuck you.” Nick said has he began to rub his hand on Gregs thigh. “I want to feel you beneath me when I slide in and out of you. I want to hear you scream my name, and I want to scream yours when I come in your ass.” His hand moved to the growing heat under Gregs jeans he leaned forward again and brushed his lips against Gregs ear as he whispered. “From the feel of things I think you want me to do it too.”

“Mine’s closer.” Greg moaned as he threw down some more bills and collected Nick and made his way towards the exit. He didn’t remember how they got back to his place nor how they made it inside, with their clothes still on.

As soon as they were inside and the door was locked, Nick pushed Greg against the wall began kissing him. This time Greg opened his moth to accept the mans tongue. Soon Nicks hands were pushing up along Gregs stomach trying to free him from the cotton separating their bodies. Again Greg broke apart the kiss.

“Not here,” He panted as he grabbed Nicks hand and led him shakily to the bedroom.

When they were reached their final destination they sat down on the bed and began to kiss again. Nick’s hands were all over Gregs body, and when Nick tried to pull off Gregs shirt, this time he allowed it. Greg reciprocated taking his time trying to unbutton Nicks shirt, which didn’t fly with Nick. He pushed away from Greg and in one swift motion ripped the rest of the buttons off his shirt.
Greg sat there his breath quaking in his chest. He’d dreamed of this moment, fantasized about it more times than he could count. Now that it was here, he was like a fifteen year old in the back of his dads car. Trying to take in as much as he could, but needing to get off as quick as possible. Something in his face must have registered with Nick, because as soon as his shirt was off Nick focused on removing Greg’s pants. When those were off, Nick took a moment to absorb the image in front of him. Although Greg was thin, all his nervous energy had made him a bundle of tight muscles that were driving Nick crazy, and there was one he wanted to see more than the rest. He tugged at the wait band of the yellow boxers covered with blue daises covering the rest of Greg. Greg lifted his hips to assist Nick in freeing Gregs throbbing dick from cotton prison.

Nick sat there for a second watching it pulse with anticipation. Nick started kissing his way down Gregs chest and slid to the floor to give him better access. Nick kissed along Gregs hip joints and along the inside of his thighs. Two feet about Nicks head Gregs breath was ragged and he began to utter soft whimpers at the pain of having Nick so close yet refusing to give him the release he needed. On his knees Nick took a deep breath and released it slowly blowing a stream of warm moist air on the head of Gregs dick, Nick repeated his “blow job” several more times, before pulling himself up on the bed again and sitting behind Greg planting soft kisses on his ears and neck.

Greg stiffened self-consciously, he always got nervous when anyone saw his back after the accident, and why had Nick refused to suck his dick? Just as Greg was about to ask what was wrong, Nick fanned his hands out over Gregs shoulders and began to kiss down along his spine forcing Greg to lean forward. The rough hands on his shoulders, treating the skin under them like they would any other skin and not on the scars that marred his skin, was possible the greatest feeling Greg had ever hand. Soon Nick was kissing the hard muscles of Gregs ass, while Greg lead forward as far as he could in hopes that Nick would get the hint. By this point Gregs dick was throbbing almost painfully and the only friction he could get at this angle was against his own stomach. Usually Greg was very vocal in the bedroom, but had toned it down for Nick, reducing his usual howls to mere whispers.

When a finger slid inside Greg followed shortly by another, Greg realized that if Nick had to beg to get here, he was going to make Greg beg for the rest. Reaching to his side he was able to access his night stand drawer and pulled out some condoms and lube. He suddenly sat up forcing Nick to do the same.

“God damn it, Stokes, Fuck me already. Please god , fuck me.” Greg moaned thrusting the condoms and lube at Nicks still half dressed body.

“Gosh, Sanders, All you had to do was ask if you wanted it that bad.” Nick put on his best little boy face and shit eating grin.

Greg rolled over on the bed as Nick stood up to remove the rest of his clothes. After he slid off his green plaid boxers, he climbed back into bed and on top of Greg kissing all along his neck. Both of them enjoying the electric shocks that came from their dicks rubbing together between their stomachs.

“Oh, and one more thing G, no more of this whimpering bull shit. I want to hear you fuckin’ screaming.” Nick ordered as he reached down and slipped a condom over his pulsing cock and rubbing the lube over the smooth surface, and rubbing some of the lube on Gregs tight little hole as he slid his fingers inside again.

Greg arched his back up, threw his head back and shouted “Fuck me. Please.” as loud as his shallow breathing would allow. And with that Nick slipped into Greg. Although they both tried to keep the pace slow, it built to fever pitch before either of them noticed. Nick ramming Gregs prostate with each thrust. Causing Greg to howl and utter cries of please and no and more and harder, all mixed over and over with Nicks name through closed eyes and clenched teeth. When Greg forced his eyes open to watch Nick he realized the other man had been watching him the entire time.

Greg locked eyes with Nick, and between moans managed to choke out “Please Nick, I need to come. Please.” With that Nick reached a hand between them and for the first time made direct contact with Gregs dick, barley. Nick ghosted his fingers up and down Gregs shaft.

“Tease.” Greg mumbled his head thrown back and eyes closed.

With that Nick gripped Gregs cock as tight as he thought the other man could handle, and began to jack him off in time to his own thrusts. The sudden grasp forced Gregs eyes open again, and he vowed to keep them locked on Nick for the rest of the time. It was only a matter of minutes before Greg was calling out Nicks name as he splatter their abdomens with his hot love. Seconds later, as he promised, Nick thrust one final time, moaning Gregs name, before he came in Gregs ass. When he finished he remained inside Greg, but before resting his weight on Greg reached between them and wiped up some of the mess. He then brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. When he collapsed on Gregs chest he could feel the man beneath him still shaking. He raised his head and kissed him deeply allowing Greg to taste himself on Nick. He then rested his head in the crook of Gregs shoulder, and called his name over and over while Greg continued to shake.

It took Greg a few seconds to realize his body was shaking and someone was calling his name. He jerked his head away from the microscope and glanced on the at the clock on the wall. It had been fifteen minutes since he’d begun studying the sample under the microscope. He hadn’t planned to flash back to the day months ago when he and Nick started whatever it was they were doing, or weren’t doing. He still hadn’t decided, but there were things that needed his attention, like whoever it was that had been calling him for god knows how long. Greg spun around to come face to face with Nick.

“Hey.” Greg said trying not to sound as shocked as he was. “Sorry I was just caught up with this sample.”

Nick leaned over Greg resting a hand on his shoulder sending electric jolts through Gregs body.

“Looks like cat hair.” Nick surmised.

“Yeah, well, thanks for clearing that up.” Greg was felling unusually awkward. “What can I do for you? If it’s about your samples. I may have mastered the machine, but I am not master of the machine.” Greg waved his hand in the general direction of his machinery as he explained himself to Nick.

“Actually, I was kinda wondering about something else.” Now it was Nicks turn to feel awkward. Although that was pretty usual when they were at work. “I haven’t seen you around much lately.”

“I’m here every night, same as you.” Greg said busying himself around his lab.

“I mean when we’re not at work. Did I manage to piss you off some way that I don’t know.”Greg was going to let him know how pissed he was that Nick hadn’t made mention of their fight the other night. Except when he looked at Nick he saw that lost and lonely little boy that made his heart melt every time.

“I just need some time to work things out. This whole you and me thing. It’s confusing?” Greg took his eyes off Nick and studied the non existent pattern on the floor. “ I think we need to sit down and talk some time, no bullshit.”

“I’m trying.” Nick was busy staring at the world beyond the glass walls of Gregs lab, and the world beyond that. “I just...”

“Shhh....” Greg soothed him. “Not here, not now. What are you doing the rest of the week?”

“Actually that’s another reason I needed to talk to you.” Nick refocused on the man in front of him. “I’m leaving for Chicago tomorrow.” Greg didn’t even need to say a word, because the confused look on his face said it all. “I’m presenting at a convention there this weekend, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, I just forgot it was this weekend, I thought you were going there like forever or something.” Greg mused.

“Why would I do something like that?”

“To escape me.” Greg said, and forced a laugh to cover the truth.

The confused look on Nicks face made Greg wish he had just let the whole thing slide. “So why do you need to talk to me about Chicago?”

“I was wondering if you could look after my place while I’m gone, since I’m taking some personal time after the conference I’ll be gone for about a week.” Nick was starting to blush as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a key. “Here’s a copy of my key.” He said as he handed the key to Greg, who handled it like some delicate sample he needed to analyze for a high profile case.

“It’s not like I have any plants to take care of or anything,” Nick forced a laugh to lighten the moment. “I just don’t want to come home and find some one living in my attic or anything.”

“Yeah, sure no strangers in the attic, no orgies in the living room. Got it.” Greg couldn’t hide his smile. At seeing Gregs smile Nicks face lit up like the neon on the stip.

“Thanks G.” Nick said resting his hand on Gregs shoulder again. “For everything, I promise, when I get back...” he trailed off.

“We’ll deal with that then.” Greg said sliding over to a machine spitting out a paper. “For now I think you have to deal with this.” He handed the results to Nick.

As Nick was leaving he turned back at the door way. “Can I call you.... Just to check up while I’m gone?” Nick pondered blush creeping up his neck.

“Anytime, Babe.” Greg said as the door shut. He had meant to return to the microscope so he could process the sample that had been there for close to half an hour now, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the key in his hand. Thinking of all the things it could mean, and all the things it couldn’t mean, and how after a week, he was still no closer to Nick than they had been on his couch. And to make it worse, he wouldn’t even have Nick there to be distant, for a week they were going to be distant from a distance, and that scared and worried and upset Greg more than the key in his hand.

Part three to follow.

PS. thanks bryn or lunatic for the spell help.