Fic: Life Changes 7/29

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TITLE: LIFE CHANGES
RATING: PG-13 for this chapter NC-17 eventually
PAIRINGS: Nick/OMC, Nick/canon female, Nick/canon male
WARNINGS: Very adult content and language
SUMMARY: A casual remark can change a life
SPOILERS: None
BANNER: Created by Bflyw
DISCLAIMER: If you don’t recognize it, it’s mine. Otherwise, everything belongs to Bruckheimer, CBS and Zuicker.

A/N: I know I said I would be posting Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday but I’m going into the hospital tomorrow and I don’t know when I will be back.

Previous chapters can be found here



Nick was sitting on a bench in the heart of Buckhead drinking an iced tea, a really good one too. He probably should be drinking a Coke. After all, one of the tourist sights in Atlanta was the Coke headquarters building. He was trying to evaluate the last 6 hours and he was having a hard time.

He woke up around 10.30 that morning when his room phone rang. Steven told him he had slept for almost 2 hours according to his room charge bill and now it was time to get going. He had an appointment at ‘Belle Hombre’. That was when he seemed to have entered another universe. Since that time, he had been stripped down to his skivvies, stroked, felt, handled, interrogated as to which way he ‘dressed’ and told to put on whatever was brought to the dressing room. All this had cost him $2,280.00 including; boots at $450.00, 3 shirts at $250.00 each, 2 pairs of slacks at $300.00, a jacket at $400.00 and last but surely not least…briefs at $80.00. Well, at least they were pure silk. He had never spent that much on clothes in his life but that was just the beginning.

Then Larry, the owner of ‘Belle Hombre’ and as it turned out, the lover of young Steven Anderson had sent him to a spa; a spa that specialized in male customers. He had been soaked, oiled, rubbed, wrapped, waxed, shorn, manicured and pedicured. He looked at least 5 years younger. His laugh lines were noticeably reduced, his hands, which had been so rough they almost snagged the ‘sueded silk’ shirts Larry had put him into, were now so smooth he couldn’t stop rubbing himself just to feel them. His haircut (whoops, hair styling) was…Nick couldn’t even begin to describe it. His hair, which was one of his best features, looked as though each individual hair had been trimmed and arranged just so, and it stayed that way. Nick had no idea what he thought about all this. He was just going from moment to moment.

Right now, he was shopping for gifts for his teammates; at least that seemed half-way normal. He had found a gorgeous chunk of turquoise on a silver chain for Catherine. He found a shop that blended perfumes to order. He bought perfume for his sisters, his mom and Wendy. It really was lots of fun. The ‘blender’, asked him questions about each of the ladies and added various scents, attars and fixatives depending on the answers. When he completed the mixture, he decanted the liquid into delicate, fragile glass containers, put personalized labels on each and took down the information to mail them off to their new owners. Nick took Wendy’s with him. He found a shop that had unbelievable chocolates from all over the world. That would be perfect for Mandy who had a sweet tooth. The owner told him to come back just before he was ready to leave and he would put together something special for his friend and it would all be fresh and ready to go. Oddly enough, Grissom, who he thought would be the hardest to buy for, just fell into his lap. He was walking by a shop called “For the Boss who has Everything” and decided to go in. He found a small refrigerator that looked like some sort of space artifact. You could plug it into a car lighter or you could use a conventional 120 plug in an office. It was a little expensive but he figured getting Grissom’s experiments out of the break room fridge was well worth the price.

Archie, Warrick, Sara, Bobby and Greg were all taken care of at the same place. He got Sara a book on the history of boxers which would have been a little weird except for the fact that they were talking during a slow period at the lab and she told him she had always wanted a dog and she loved boxers. The book had beautiful photos and paintings of AKC champion boxers and a large section on selecting, caring for and training a boxer puppy. Bobby also got a book; an illustrated collection of hand made dueling pistols. He found the perfect gift for Archie, the ultimate ‘trekkie’. It was an alarm clock and it looked like the starship Enterprise. When the alarm went off, instead of a radio or buzzer, you heard the voice of a guy who was a vocal twin for William Shatner saying, “Archie, it’s 8.00pm and you are about to go where no man has gone before…your bathroom to get ready for work.” They programmed the clock while he was there. He gave them Archie’s name and several alternate destinations. He chose work, a date and a Star Trek convention.

He was especially thrilled with Warrick and Greg’s gifts. He found a book about jazz pianist’s of the 20’s and 30’s that came with a CD of original records of the artists and modern versions of the same songs done by current musicians. It was made to order for Warrick.

He got Greg a t-shirt with a great silk screen print of a Finnish group called ‘Lordis’. The group was known for dressing like mummies and vampires and the t-shirt showed every detail. It came with a CD of their first release, “Hard Rock Hallelujah”. The CD was signed by all the band members and Nick knew Greg would love it.

Now it was time to call the shuttle, go back to the hotel and get some rest before his big night.
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Nick was about as nervous as one human could get. His new clothes had been delivered to the hotel while he was out shopping and now he was standing in front of the full length mirror in his hotel room looking at himself. Evidently, the old saying about ‘clothes making the man’ was true. He did not recognize the man staring back at him. He was wearing a pair of perfectly tailored black slacks, a dark crimson ‘sueded silk’ shirt which fit his upper body like a second skin. His jacket was a black silk and linen blend and like the other pieces, it was so fitted he almost couldn’t feel it. His shoes, or rather half boots, were Italian leather, ankle high and so soft it was like wearing slippers. But the most amazing thing was the pure silk briefs he was wearing under his slacks.
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When Larry brought them into the fitting room and told him to take off his Haines specials, he thought the guy was crazy. He did it but almost ran for his life when Larry told him to put his hands down the back of the briefs, lift up his ass cheeks and spread them slightly. When he let go, he felt the back seam slip between his cheeks. It kept them up and separate. Then Larry told him to position his cock to the left and put on the slacks. He felt a slight friction against the head of his dick. It wasn’t painful at all. The silk was so soft it was like fur sliding across his skin. There was a seam, which curved down the left side of the briefs, and hit his dick perfectly. He looked up at Larry and he was almost speechless. Larry laughed and said, “Now you know why I asked which way you dressed. If you went to the right, I would have given you a pair with the seam on the right side.”

The briefs kept his package defined, not a real hard on, that would have been too uncomfortable. This was just a suggestion of shape that made the simple black slacks look like a walking wet dream.
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Mike, the shuttle driver, pulled up at a very ordinary looking building with a small sign saying “Body Heat”. He started to give Nick his card then grinned at him and told him he didn’t think he could get a business card in those pants. They fitted a little too close for that. Just tell the bartender when he was ready to leave and they would call him. Then Mike said with a sly smile, “That’s of course, if you don’t already have a ride back to the hotel….or some where else.”

Nick entered the club and told the young man at the door that he was a guest at the Crowne Plaza and Steven Anderson had arranged for his visit. He was immediately taken down a hall to the back of the club. There were two main entrances off the hall; one to the main club which looked really nice and one to the dining room which also looked pretty good. Larry had told him the club had a 4 star chef and the meals were unbelievable. Nick was pretty sure he was too nervous to eat anything. His escort knocked on a door at the end of the hall, opened the door and stepped back so Nick could enter first. He announced Nick by name to the man sitting behind the desk and then smiled and closed the door. Nick walked over to the desk and sat down at the manager’s invitation.

The man smiled at Nick and said, “My name is Gerald Walters and I am one of the owners of ‘Body Heat’. I understand this is your first visit to Atlanta.”

Nick told him yes it was and so far he was having a great time and from what he could see of his club, he was pretty sure that his great time was going to get even better.

Gerald laughed at him and told him he could see why Steven and Larry had been so taken with him. He also told him that he would not need credit cards or cash. He would be fitted with a bracelet which had the name of his hotel, his room number and Steven’s name as his sponsor. Any charges would show on his hotel bill as room service and no one would ever know he had been at the club.

Nick frowned a little and told Gerald he wasn’t planning on cheating his employer, he would be paying all his bills himself. Gerald told him it not a ploy for unprincipled employees to pad their expense accounts but rather a matter of privacy for their club members and guests. He explained that ‘Body Heat’ catered to a very special class of clientele with unconventional tastes. Because of their positions, they were open to blackmail or harassment by certain groups and the club was structured so as to protect anyone who walked through their door.

Nick thought about it for a moment, then held his hand out. Gerald pulled a very nice looking sterling silver bracelet out of his desk drawer, put it in a small machine on his desk and typed some information into the machine’s keyboard. He hit a red button and in about 15 seconds, there was a little ‘ping’ and the bracelet slid out of the machine. Gerald fastened the bracelet around Nick’s wrist and told him anytime he ordered food or drinks, he was to put his bracelet up against a small screen his waiter would provide and everything would be taken care of.

Gerald stood up and walked around the desk to Nick who stood up to meet him. He shook Nick’s hand and said with a smile, “Now get out there Las Vegas and have a good time.”
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Thirty minutes later, Nick was sitting on the most comfortable bar stool he’d ever felt, drinking a peach bellini and feeling very happy. The 'other' Nick seemed to be on vacation and Nick was doing just fine without him. His bartender came over to him and asked him if he was ever going to get out on the dance floor and give the regulars a break.

Nick looked at him and said, “What are you talking about?”

The bartender grinned back at him and said, “Sugar, in case you haven’t noticed, this is a room full of tomcats and you are walking catnip. Every guy in this place is dying to see that gorgeous butt of yours out on the floor. What are you waiting for?”

Nick said, “Well it’s all your fault. This drink is so damn good, I don’t want to leave it and it’s too cold to drink fast and by the way, what’s your name?”

“I’m David and thanks for the compliment. Just give me that drink, I’ll put it in the fridge back here and it will be waiting for you when you want it.”

Nick got up and headed out to the dance floor. They had a live band and Nick had noticed that their drummer was amazing. He kept a solid back beat that never faltered and after a few minutes, it began to sound like a heart beat. Nick let himself go and just felt the music. He was not the best dancer in the world but he also wasn’t the worst. His complete joy in the music and the way his body was moving combined with the confidence he felt from the changes in his appearance made him noticed when better, more professional dancers were overlooked. As he danced, more and more men began to move in and out of his space. He danced with all of them but stayed with none. After about 30 minutes, he left the floor, went over to David and asked him if there was somewhere he could put his jacket. He was getting hot.

David said, “Give it to me, I’ll take care of it and Honey, you aren’t getting hot. You were hot when you walked in.”

Nick said, “David, are you flirting with me?”

David said, “You bet your beautiful booty I’m flirting with you. Is it doing any good?”

Nick laughed and said, “It’s doing wonders for my ego.”

Nick had been dancing for almost an hour when he began to notice the different men around him and one in particular caught his eye. When he looked directly at the guy, he realized that he was staring back at him. Nick smiled at him and the man came over to him and started dancing face to face with him. When the band finished the current number, they started playing a slower song and the man asked Nick if he would dance with him. There were a few awkward moments of shifting because Nick had never danced close to another man. He was used to dancing with women and he, of course, would lead. But he found that the man was enough taller than him that their arms, shoulders and heads fit together just right.

The man smiled down at Nick and said, “My name is Chris and I’m really enjoying this.”

Nick said, “I’m Nick and so am I.”

Chris said, “Well if you are, would you relax a little and let me hold you closer?”

Nick took a deep breath, let it out and moved closer to Chris. When he did, he found that Chris’ jaw fit against his upper cheek perfectly. He did relax into Chris who must have been pretty happy with the whole situation because he pulled Nick’s right hand into his chest, laid it over his heart with his hand on top and began to hum softly. He had a nice voice and Nick recognized the song he was humming along with the band. Dream a Little Dream of Me. At once Nick thought about one of their cases and a ‘pleasure provider’ named Dreama.

He didn’t realize he had chuckled out loud until Chris said, “I didn’t think my humming was bad enough to make you laugh. Just wait until I try singing; you’ll be hysterical.”

Nick immediately assured Chris that he wasn’t laughing at his humming. He looked up at him and said, “I like your humming. I like dancing with you.”

Chris looked in Nicks eyes and replied, “I like dancing with you too. Do you think we could do this some more?”

Nick thought he was pretty sure he had found what he was looking for. He didn’t smile when he answered Chris. “I think it’s foolish to keep looking for something when you may have just found it.”

Chris tightened his hold on Nick and pressed his body against his.

They danced a few more dances and then left the floor. They went to the bar where Nick got his bellini from David and Chris ordered one also. They took them to a small booth back away from the dance floor. The booth was built for two and the way it was curved made the occupants sit close to each other. Nick and Chris drank and talked. But their hands brushed against each other when they picked up or sat down their drinks and their knees touched when they shifted in their seats. Chris finally picked up Nicks hand and began to rub his fingers back and forth over his palm.

Nick looked at Chris; at his eyes, his mouth. At one time he wondered if he could kiss a man. Now he just leaned into Chris and licked his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. Chris shuddered and let out a very small moan. Nick did it again and this time, traced the outline of Chris upper lip before he pressed his lips against that sweet, sulky mouth. Chris let Nick set the pace and didn’t try to go tonsil diving. Their kisses became more intense and deeper. When Nick put his hand around Chris’ throat and told him he could feel his pulse beating in his throat, Chris took Nick’s hand in his and asked him if he would like to go someplace a little more private.

Nick’s pants had been feeling a size too small for the last 15 minutes and he was so ready to go someplace a little more private.

They headed to the bar to get their jackets. Chris had shed his when he first came in. As they were leaving, the ‘greeter’ touched Nick on the shoulder and said, “Sir, the bracelet please.”

Nick started to take it off but Chris reached out and undid the clasp and handed over the bracelet. He stood there for a moment rubbing the inside of Nick’s wrist.

Nick smiled at him and said, “What are you doing?”

Chris replied, “Now I’m feeling your pulse and it’s beating as fast as mine is. Do you want to go to your hotel?”

Nick said, “Yes and let’s take the shortcut. OK?”

It took a while to get to Chris’ car because they kept stopping in the shadows to kiss. With each kiss, they became more and more wrapped up in each other although in one of his sane moments, Nick did appreciate the fact that Chris was not openly feeling him up in public. Although, if they didn't get somewhere private soon, Nick wasn’t sure but what he wouldn’t be quite as restrained.

Finally, they got to the car, got out of the parking lot and headed for Nick’s hotel. Chris’ car was a stick-shift, low-slung sporty roadster and when his hand wasn’t on the gear shift, it was on Nick’s leg. He kept rubbing circles on the inside of Nick’s thigh and Nick was rapidly forgetting every thing he had ever known about caution and protection and safety.

He decided that he needed to come clean with Chris because he could see where his first time might be a little more than he could handle if he didn’t. He finally managed to swallow the lump in his throat and said, “Uh Chris, I think you need to know that this is the first time I’ve done this.”

Chris looked over at him and said, “The first time you’ve done what…picked a guy up at a club…the first time you’ve taken someone back to your hotel? What?”

Nick said softly, “All of the above. And…”

Chris said, “And what?”

Nick said, “This will be the first time I’ve ever been with a man.”

Chris, who had, up till then, been an outstanding driver, cut across 2 lanes of traffic, sped down the block and suddenly made an abrupt right turn into a small dark street. He pulled up to the curb, slammed on the brakes and turned off the key.

“Let me get this straight. You come to the hottest gay club in town. You look like walking sex on a stick. You rub up against me, you lick my mouth with your tongue, you kiss me until I was ready to throw you down on the table and fuck you right there in the club and you’re telling me you have never had butt sex with a man?” Chris’ voice had risen with each remark until he was almost a soprano at the end.

Nick said, “Yeah, that about covers it.”

Chris turned on the ignition, pulled the tightest u-turn Nick had ever seen and started back to the main road. At the corner he stopped and looked at Nick. When he pulled back out on the road, he was headed back toward the club.

Nick said, “Look, I know you’re upset but you could at least drop me off at my hotel. We’re almost there now.”

Chris pulled back over to the curb again. Again the brakes and again, off went the ignition. Nick was beginning to get a little worried. He said, “Chris, I’m sorry if I’ve...”

“It’s Collin.”

“What’s Collin?”

Chris turned and looked Nick straight in the eyes and said, “Chris is a guy who picks up gorgeous men in a club, takes them back to their place and fucks them until they are wrung dry. Collin is a guy who picks up gorgeous men in a club, takes them home with him to his place and makes love to them until they are both limp and then wakes up the next morning and hopefully does it all over again.” Then he added, “And then there’s a third option; a friendly native who gives an out of town stranger a lift to his hotel. Which option do you want to choose?"

Nick looked at him for a moment; then he picked up Collin’s hand and brought it to his lips. He tickled the palm of his hand with his tongue and felt a deep pang of happiness when he felt Chris/Collin jerk at the touch of his tongue. He placed a kiss in Collin’s palm, put his hand back on the gear shift and said, “Hello Collin.”

Comments

[donnab810.livejournal.com]

LOL

Go Nick go! So he picks up somone eh? Good for him... But ahh, is it ok? Or is it cause he's not Greg?

Hnm...... Good chapter, made me laugh.

[jayceepat.livejournal.com]

Right now the last thing Nick is thinking about is Greg. He just wants to find out about himself and his sexual orientation. And he wants to do it well away from his work and his 'normal' life.