nickngreg | My First Fic (which is awkwardly appropriate)

I'm new to State of Mind (though not to slash fic :) ). I just recently got into CSI and have been hanging on the TalkCSI boards and making funny pics. But I've been writing fic for a long time and today I was inspired to write a little something with my two favorite boys.

Title: The Back Massage
Author: Quettaser
Pairing: Nick/Greg (duh)
Rating: Umm...PG-13, though maybe R depending on how sensitive you are.
Disclaimer: No spoilers for any episodes.
Summary: A patented back massage leads Nick to say what's really on his mind.
Part: 1/3

He didn’t even mean to say it. It just slipped out, a deep want released in a soft sigh. It’s not like it was his fault anyways, a man can’t be held responsible for what comes out of his mouth while he’s getting a deep back massage. Or, at least, that’s what Nick told himself. He didn’t even realize he had said it until the hands stopped moving on his back.

Well, it wasn’t a total surprise. He’d certainly been thinking it for a while, he couldn’t not. Not when he’d been staring into those deep brown eyes every morning for three months, feeling those hands on his body, kissing that skin, tasting that sweat. But it wasn’t even that, although, Nick knew that had a lot to do with it. No, it was something more, something deeper that Nick could only guess was what those women’s magazines called “intimacy.”

Nick felt the hands leave his back and then felt Greg sit back on his legs. Nick knew he should say something, explain it away, make a joke out of it, or even repeat it, just as long as he spoke. The most dangerous thing to do would be to let Greg’s brain run with it, because that would lead to a lot of probing questions that Nick wasn’t ready to answer. But Nick couldn’t summon the strength to turn his head away from the pillow, to form the words, to look into those eyes. After today, he’d have to remember how utterly relaxing and debilitating Greg’s back massages could be.

“Did you just say what I think you just said?” asked Greg, quiet in the dark bedroom, the normal lilt of humor gone from his voice. There was a frightened edge to his voice, a tremble to his words. Nick couldn’t let him stew, he had to say something.

“That depends on what you think I said, but yes, I did. And don’t stop,” replied Nick. He was surprised at himself, at his calmness, at his openness, at his lack of fear. In the past, the thought of this kind of intimacy, of total trust and dependency had sent Nick running for the hills. It’s wasn’t like he hadn’t had a serious relationship with a man before, because he had, but with Greg, it was different.

He had made his decision. He wouldn’t take those words back, wouldn’t make them a joke, wouldn’t brush them aside. And then he realized that he couldn’t. The way that Greg’s hands had moved across his back, Nick felt…worshipped and safe, even. And he knew that he could trust Greg with everything he had. Before Greg, he had never understood it, never felt that need, that want, that desire to be so open and vulnerable, and he thought he never would. But now, Nick knew exactly how it felt and that want wasn’t going to go away unless he gave into it and let Greg know.

Nick felt Greg lean forward again and felt those hands on his back once more, though this time, there was a hesitancy to Greg’s touch. “Are you being serious? Because I don’t think I’d be able to handle it if you were kidding with me.”

“I’m serious.” Greg exhaled deeply, the air hitching in his throat as he pressed harder on Nick’s back. Nick felt the shudders moving through Greg’s body and smiled into the bed.

“But I thought you’d never-“

“I haven’t. You would be the first.” Another deep shudder from Greg.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Greg’s hands stopped moving again.

“Really, are you really sure? Because if this is just one of those Freudian slips and you aren’t really ready, I’d be okay- because I know that you haven’t-and I could understand if you weren’t-and I just want you to-just, are you sure?”

Nick chuckled at Greg’s babble and decided that there was only one way to prove to Greg that he was serious. He shifted his body underneath Greg’s until he was on his back, staring into those perfect eyes. He raised a hand to Greg’s neck and pulled him down to his lips, half-formed questions still tumbling from Greg’s mouth. Nick swallowed his words and nervousness and doubt and kissed Greg firmly, saying yes with lips and tongue, soft caresses and lightly grinding hips.

A long moan poured out of Greg’s throat as their lips parted. “You never actually answered me,” said Nick, his voice gravelly, arousal growing and staring into those dark brown pools of light. Greg moaned again, kissing Nick hard and rough, tongue licking and pushing and probing and Nick was sure that Greg would devour him if he could, and that was what Nick wanted. He wanted to give himself over to Greg and let him take control. He could handle the rejection, but Greg had been pushing for this for a while, although never directly. There were looks, carefully worded questions and questing touches, but Nick hadn’t responded, had forced the thought from his head.

Until his felt those hands on his back. Nick pushed up into Greg’s body, yearning for contact, for the heat of that skin. Remaining clothing was quickly lost and Nick let out a contented sigh as Greg let his full weight settle on Nick. Greg grinned.

“If I had known what my patented back massage would do to you, I would have done it months ago.”

“Well?” Nick stared into those eyes, those eyes so full of love and lust, trust and a little bit of triumph. Greg’s hands, those amazing hands that had been massaging his back just minutes ago, cupped his face as Greg kissed him again.

“Of course I’ll fuck you.”

Fin.