nickngreg | Fic: Life Changes 17/29

TITLE: LIFE CHANGES
RATING: NC-17 for sure
PAIRINGS: Nick/Greg
WARNINGS: Very adult content and language. Graphic sexual descriptions
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.

Previous chapters can be found here

The alarm going off woke Greg out of such a deep sleep, he had to fight his way up. It reminded him of his surfing days in California when he got swept off his board by a big wave and rolled and tumbled under the walls of water. He often didn’t know where up was and he would fight to get somewhere until he broke through the surface of the water to grab huge gulps of air into his screaming lungs. He looked around wildly for a moment until he realized he was in his bedroom, in his apartment in Las Vegas and his alarm was still going off.

Greg slammed his hand down on the dumb thing trying to remember why in the hell he had set the alarm when his body was desperate for 24 solid hours in the sack. He lay back on his bed and tried to get his brain to function and give him some concrete answers. Slowly the last 24 hours began to filter through. There were the 3 bodies that turned out to be one case. His mind flew forward to he and Vartann searching Phillip Lawson’s very neat house. He remembered the sound of the keys rattling around in the finial on Lawson’s bed. The keys that fit the locks on the cabin and the ‘playpen’ on Maize Lawson’s piece of property, otherwise known as the west side of HELL. He began to process memories faster now; Catherine and Warrick all but telling him to his face that he was just a stupid ‘newbie’ and his ideas were dumb, the spilled coffee on the birth certificate that gave him the name of Lawson’s father. Oh God, his first sight of the cabin and the storm shelter that turned out to be the crime scene and finally, the piles of evidence that all had to be tagged, referenced and logged in. He felt a slight embarrassment when he remembered yelling at all of them and calling them dumb shits and fuckers and then Nick and Grissom taking orders from him as he told them what needed to be tagged at once and what could be put under lock and key to wait until he could get back to it.

He remembered the moments in Atwater’s office; the looks on Catherine and Warrick’s faces. He so wanted to stick his tongue out at them and do the childhood, “Nanh, Nanh, Nanh, Nanh, Nanh……you were wrong and I was right!”

Instead, he had answered all the questions quietly, not volunteering any extra information and keeping his answers short and professional. He watched the photographers and reporters scribbling down every word he spoke as though it was gospel and thought about how much he would like to take every single one of them out to the ‘playpen’ and hang them in the chains on the wall and ceiling and leave them there for a while.

The only thing he refused to answer was what Lawson had done to make him suspicious. He said he would not answer that. Atwater tried to intimidate him by saying. “Surely he wanted everyone to know what had tipped him off.”

Greg said no he didn’t because bad guys read newspapers and watch TV news and he wasn’t about to give them any help. He wondered if Grissom realized he had nodded when Greg said that.

The FBI guy, who had been the one to tell everyone to back out of Greg’s work space, said the Las Vegas Crime Lab was to be commended on the quality and professionalism of its personnel.

Greg had the great satisfaction of watching Catherine and Warrick both flush with shame when he said that if he was good at his job, it was because he had the best CSI’s in the business as teachers. They were always willing to listen to the ideas of the newest member of the team. He looked right at both of them when he said it and he knew his words hit home better than any complaints ever could.

Suddenly, Greg jumped out of bed. He ran over to his closet, threw open the door and looked at his naked body in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the door. NOPE, no straight jacket. That meant he had to get himself together and get outrageously gorgeous for Nick; Nick, who kissed him and rubbed his nipples and held him in his arms while he slept; Nick who was bound and determined to reduce him to a quivering pile of drool. Well not this time Mr. Stokes. This time, Greg Sanders was going to be in charge.
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Nick wasn’t nearly as confident as he acted. He was pulling up in front of Greg’s apartment. It was 9.25 pm and he was somewhat nervous; somewhat hell, he was shaking, his palms were wet and he wondered again for the hundredth time whatever possessed him to tell Greg he would take him to ‘Inferno’. It wasn’t the idea of taking Greg to a gay bar. OH NO! It was the fact that he bet he knew half of the guys they would run into in that bar and he wasn’t sure how Greg would take that. He was also pretty sure that after this night, they would either wake up in bed together tomorrow OR they would be thru. From the way his stomach was trying to commit suicide by jumping up in his throat every time he opened his mouth, he wasn’t too sure which way he wanted things to go. On one hand, he was sure Greg was everything he wanted…BUT…they had never had the all-important talk about kids. They had been dating for 2 months now and not once had the subject come up. He knew Greg liked kids but it’s one thing to like someone else’s kids; kids you can give back when they need changing or start to cry and it’s something else entirely to be the one who loves those kids through all the trouble they can get themselves into on the journey from childhood to adult members of society.

Well, this wasn’t getting him anywhere. He had to go get his date for the evening. Nick walked up to Greg’s door with all the enthusiasm of a man who’s just been told he has to get circumcised but the hospital has run out of anesthetic.
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Greg was ready. He was so ready for Nicky baby. He had even thought to down a glass of milk and eat a couple of slices of bread to prepare his stomach. Other than to use the mirror to style his hair and put on eye-liner and mascara while he was still nude after his shower, he had made sure he didn’t look at himself. He thought he knew how he looked but he wanted to see himself through Nick’s eyes. The doorbell rang.

Greg opened the door and looked at Nick. They just stared at each other for a moment. Greg heard the lyrics of an old song go through his head; “I took one look at you, that’s all I had to do and then my heart stood still.”

Nick was dressed very simply in a dark crimson red t-shirt that Greg thought at first was liquid latex because it fit so close that he could see Nick’s nipples and the muscles of his stomach. The shirt went perfectly with a pair of black jeans that Greg was sure he’d never seen Nick wear to work because they also fit so tightly that his ‘package’ was on display. The pants were low-cut; Greg thought if Nick got a full erection, he’d have to push his dick down his leg because it would stick out over the top of his waistband. His eyes finally made it up to Nick’s face and if he thought the body was hot, the expression on Nick’s face literally made Greg’s nipples harden to the point where they poked through the mesh front of his shirt.

Greg looked in Nick’s eyes, trying to see himself the way Nick was seeing him but it was too much and he closed his eyes. He tried to breathe normally; yeah right…good luck with that.

Nick was doing some looking of his own. Greg was wearing a pair of dark green leather pants that he knew had been sewed on Greg’s body. They looked as soft as Greg’s skin. He was wearing a lighter green sleeveless muscle shirt and the front was open mesh. He was painfully aware of the mesh front because Greg’s nipples were peeking through the holes in the mesh. The pants were cut as low as Nick’s and Greg’s beautiful, toned belly button was front and center. Nick slowly brought his eyes up to Greg’s face. Holy Shit, Greg was wearing eye makeup. He had to remind himself to keep taking deep breaths and that lot’s of guys who were gay wore eye makeup. He had never thought about being with a guy who did and he sure as hell never thought about himself responding to it the way he was. He could feel his dick growing hard.

Greg’s eyes were dark anyway with long lush eyelashes. The makeup made them the focal point of his face. They were dark and smoky and mysterious. A man could lose himself in eyes like that and never even care. He forced himself to look at the rest of Greg’s face, the soft pale skin, the dusting of moles on his cheek, the eyelashes that looked false they were so long and curly and now with the mascara, they looked even more amazing.

Nick’s body went on auto-pilot. He knew he didn’t have enough brain power left to step through the door so something else had to be in charge. He closed the door behind him and finally managed to whisper to Greg, “Boy when I tell you to get outrageously gorgeous, you really take me at my word.”

Greg didn’t even answer him. He just stepped forward right into Nick’s body, fastened his hands in Nick’s shirt and pulled him against him. Nick didn’t know what was hotter, the feel of his body against his from the knee’s up or the super heated breath coming from Greg’s mouth as it closed over Nick’s.

He was lost in the feel, the smell and oh God the taste, the taste of Greg; his tongue and lips. Nick felt Greg suck his tongue into his mouth and he knew he was probably drooling and thought for a moment, “That’s where the expression, swapping spit, came from.” Because Greg’s mouth was just as wet as his was and neither of them seemed to mind at all. A little voice of warning went off in Nick’s head and he put his hands on Greg’s shoulders and managed to push him back just enough to say, “Greg, Greggo if we don’t stop this, we won’t make it to the club.”

Greg pushed back against Nick’s hands trying to reclaim his mouth and said, “Fuck the club.”

Nick tried again this time saying, “G, I can’t do this and keep up the romance.”

Again, Greg’s response was, “Fuck the romance.”

Nick tried one last time to do the honorable thing, “Greg, what about the slow and careful?”

Greg slammed Nick back against the door in the most aggressive move Nick had ever seen him make. He held Nick against the door, looked him right in the eyes and said, “Nick, fuck the club, fuck the romance, fuck the slow and careful. Nick…FUCK THE GREG…RIGHT NOW.”

Nick didn’t hesitate. He pulled Greg against him and proceeded to kiss him until they both almost passed out. It was hot and slow and fast and brutal and gentle and above all; it was passionate. All the weeks of holding back, taking it slow made that kiss, the most sensual, sexual kiss either of them had ever had. Nick took Greg’s face between his hands and he deliberately fucked his mouth with his tongue, swirling it around the inside of Greg’s mouth, tasting and rubbing against the roof of his mouth and over his teeth. Greg was so caught up in the sexuality of the kiss, he didn’t even realize he was humping Nick in perfect rhythm to Nick’s tongue in his mouth.

When Nick pulled his mouth away, Greg almost fell. Nick had been doing some humping of his own and his leg between Greg’s with his thigh pressed firmly against Greg’s aching erection was the only thing that kept him up against the door. Nick shook Greg slightly and said his name. It seemed to take a long time to get through the haze of lust clouding his brain but finally Greg realized Nick was telling him to open his eyes and look at him. Greg’s eyes were dazed, his pupils dilated almost as though he had been taking drugs. If anyone had asked him, he would have told them, Nick was the most potent drug he’d ever run across. Nick said his name again and this time Greg was able to at least say yes.

Nick was still holding Greg’s face between his hands and he used them to steady Greg and force him to look at him. “Greg, do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yeah but how come you can come up with a complete sentence right now? I must be holding back.”

“Believe me, you’re not holding anything back. I need you to know, to understand.”

“Understand what?”

“I will never, ever fuck you. I will make love to you now and probably forever. There will be times and I think this is gonna be one of them when it’s hot and furious and other times when it’s slow and takes all night but it’s always gonna be making love. Do you understand me?”

Greg felt his eyes fill with tears and he wasn’t even ashamed of them. He leaned forward and put his lips against Nick’s and answered him with their lips touching. “I understand completely and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Their lips sealed the agreement with a sweet, sweet kiss that lasted just until their bodies took over again and heated things back up. Nick was kissing and sucking on Greg’s neck and Greg was pulling at the impossibly tight t-shirt trying to get his hands under it to get to Nick’s nipples. Finally, Greg grabbed Nick’s jeans and got them unbuttoned so he could get the bottom of the shirt and pull it up that way, except then his hands slid around Nick’s waist and he realized he had Nick’s ass, the eighth wonder of the world, right there in his hands and he couldn’t resist rubbing and feeling that marvelous butt.

At that point, Nick managed to pant out against Greg’s throat, “I really don’t want our first time to be up against the door in your hall. Can we at least try for the couch if we can’t make it to the bedroom?”

Greg sort of moaned, groaned and panted back, “Hell no, we’re going to the bedroom because that’s where the lube is and now that I’ve felt you up, I’m gonna need lots and lots of lube.”

Nick tried to get his feet moving in the general direction but it was a little hard because he had Greg firmly fastened to him in so many different places; it was like wearing a Greg skin.

Greg didn’t know he had it in him but he managed to get turned around and pulled Nick towards his bedroom. It would have been so much easier, not to mention faster, it they had just let go of each other and walked or ran to the bedroom. Neither one was willing to give up one precious centimeter of skin they had already claimed so the trip was perilous. It was a miracle that no one broke anything and the next day they both had some odd bruises that they finally figured out they must have gotten from banging into furniture and door jambs on their blind journey down the hall.

Whoever said the road to true love never runs smooth, obviously had tried to get an over eager lover out of a pair of skin tight leather pants. They survived the trip to the bedroom, the fall onto the bed, they even managed to get shirts, socks, shoes and Nick’s pants off but they were stopped dead by Greg’s leather pants. The pants were tight to begin with and the fact that Greg was hot and sweaty from their lovemaking up to that point, combined with his truly impressive hard on made them impossible to remove. They tried peeling, pulling and working first one side down and then the other. Nick was ready to go get a pair of scissors but Greg’s out-raged, “Nick; these damn pants cost me $450.00”, put a stop to that idea.

Nick finally lay back on the bed with a groan and said, “Greggo, this was not the way I imagined our first time.”

Greg glared at him and said, “You think I did!”

Nick rolled over and looked at his frustrated, horny boy-friend and asked, “How did you get into them in the first place?”

Greg said, “I used lots and lots of powder.”

Nick slid off the bed, almost running to the bathroom. He grabbed the talcum powder from the cabinet where it still stood and rushed back to the bed. He grabbed Greg by the wrist and pulled him upright and off the bed. He said, “You suck in your stomach and pull the waistband out as far as you can while I shake the powder in your pants.”

They managed to get the button open and started working the zipper down very slowly. It would have been easier if Greg had bothered to wear briefs but he went commando so that no lines would spoil the curve of his luscious butt. The expression on Nick’s face when Greg told him that, in those exact words, was priceless. At long last, Nick was able to slip his hands just inside the waist and started working his fingers down Greg’s butt cheeks. As he worked his fingers down, he also sort of pulled Greg’s flesh up and suddenly, the pants slipped down under the ‘luscious curve’. Greg stopped Nick then, lay back down on the bed on his back, raised his hips up and between Nick pulling and Greg pushing, they finally managed to peel the tight leather chastity pants down and off. Nick threw them over his shoulder and pounced on Greg.

Greg let out an ‘OOF’ and asked Nick if he didn’t want to take a minute to get his breath back. Nick looked up at him and said, “Are you crazy?” Before Greg could respond, Nick had taken Greg’s cock in his mouth and slid his head down until Greg could feel the back of his throat. He let out what would have been a healthy yell, if he’d been able to get any air in his lungs and almost bucked Nick off the bed.

Nick used his weight to hold Greg down while he tried to swallow his cock whole. Greg went from wanting a breather to all-out, complete sexual frenzy in much less than 60 seconds. Nick was alternating between deep-throating him and pulling back to lick him like a pop sickle; then he would throw in a swirling tongue that went around the head of Greg’s cock and dip into his slit to lick up the drops of cum that Greg was secreting.

Greg was almost incoherent. He was lost in sensations that were so much more than his wildest fantasies had ever conjured up. He knew he was going to have the orgasm of his life and he just hoped he lived through it because he really wanted to get his mouth on Nick’s equipment before he died. He felt Nick lift his body up off him and lean across him. He couldn’t get his thoughts together enough to ask what Nick was doing but just a few seconds later, he felt Nick’s hand’s lift his legs up on his shoulders. Nick spread his ass cheeks apart and then he felt Nick’s breath blowing gently across his anal pucker. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He still didn’t believe it even when he felt Nick’s wet tongue lick across his opening several times and then he felt his lips close over him and Nick, Nick was sucking on Greg’s hole. He thought it went on forever and he thought it was over way too soon. He felt Nick slide a finger in the same hole he was sucking on and his body was so happy to have him there. That finger was joined by another and just as Nick was getting ready to slide a third in, Greg grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head up.

Nick looked up at his almost lover and asked him what was wrong. Greg told him nothing was wrong that wouldn’t be fixed by a hard dick in him at once. Nick said he didn’t want to hurt Greg. Greg looked at him severely and said, “Nick, get your dick in me now. I want to be fu…made love to furiously and right this minute.”

Nick grinned and reached for a condom saying, “Any sacrifice for you Greg. Any time.”

Greg stopped his hand and said, “No rubbers. Not now or ever between us.”

Nick thought nothing could stop him but that did. He said, “Greg. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I know we get tested every 3 months but don’t you think we should……”

Greg looked at him and blushed a little. Thank heavens, he was in such a high state of arousal, it didn’t show. He confessed to Nick that he had been checking himself every week since they started seeing each other and he was clean.

Nick was amazed. He couldn’t believe that Greg had been so into him that he had been testing his own blood every week. He kissed him; trying with his lips to tell him how much that meant to him. He said, “But Greg, you don’t know about me. I get tested too but don’t you want to be sure of me also?”

Greg looked lovingly at Nick and said, “I am sure of you. I know you haven’t been with anyone since we started seeing each other. I trust you with my life everyday Nick. What makes you think I would doubt you about this?”

Nick put the condom down, generously lubed his erection and brought it to Greg’s opening. He slipped inside slowly, letting Greg adjust to his size and girth. He kissed Greg over and over. When he got completely inside Greg and Greg told him to start moving, he laid down on Greg’s body, carefully slipping his arms around him so that he was holding him in his arms and moving slowly in and out of his ass. Aggressive, topping Nicky came out and he started talking. He told Greg how amazing he was and how good his ass felt. How he loved the way his muscles closed around him almost as though his butt was welcoming him inside. He thanked Greg for the gift he had given him; his trust. His strokes were deep and slow and he stroked across Greg’s bundle of nerves on every stroke.

Greg was stimulated on a level he’d never achieved before and he didn’t know if he was going to pass out before or after he came. Nick seemed settled in and ready to fuck, no, not fuck, make love, all night long. Greg knew he couldn’t handle that. He also knew he was going to come and neither he nor Nick had a hand any where near his dick so he was coming just from the friction of Nick’s body against his and the fantastic sensations coming from his stretched ass.

Then Nick sat up, pulled Greg’s ass up so it was lying across his thighs. He pulled Greg’s legs up against his body and then leaned forward so that Greg was almost bent in half. Greg swore Nick got at least 2 more inches of cock in his ass in this position. Not that he was complaining mind you. Nick began a deep assault on Greg’s hole, plunging in deeper and deeper. He would stop when he got so far inside Greg thought he was going to taste him when he came and move his hips in a circle. That little movement made his cock come in contact with every single nerve in Greg’s ass and it didn’t hurt that the head of his cock stayed firmly against Greg’s prostate the whole time he was doing it. Greg never even noticed that he no longer had any friction at all against his own cock. He was well on his way to heaven. When his orgasm hit, he did scream. It probably would have set off every siren within a 10 block radius if Nick hadn’t bent forward and fastened his mouth over Greg’s and swallowed the scream along with his own moans. Greg was shaking with the force of his orgasm when Nick took his mouth away from his, fastened it on Greg’s throat and bit down hard as his cock gave up its load and took him over.

Many hours later, after naps and showers and several more demonstrations of how much they wanted each other, they were both exhausted and ready to sleep; really sleep. Greg was almost there, lying across Nick with an arm and leg thrown across his body when he heard Nick say, “Greg, what do you think about kids?”

Greg could not believe that Nick wanted to have a semi-intelligent conversation at that moment so he ignored him. Nick however was persistent. He shook Greg a little and said, “Do you ever even think about them?”

Nick lay there holding his breath. Greg didn’t answer for so long, Nick was sure he’d fallen asleep and just as he was giving up and deciding he would have to ask again when Greg was alive, he heard a very sleepy, “No more than three. It’s getting harder and harder to educate kids these days and I don’t think we could afford college for more than three; not even with both our paychecks.”

Nick would not have been surprised if the ceiling had parted and a choir of heavenly angels had started singing the Hallelujah Chorus. Greg, the most intense sexual partner he’d ever had. Greg, the most exasperating, intriguing, loving, infuriating man he’d ever been involved with didn’t want more than three kids because they had to think about educating them.

Greg was so close to sleep, he couldn’t figure out what happened. One minute he was laying on his wonderful Nick about to go to sleep for hours and the next, he was laying flat on his back being kissed within an inch of his life. He felt Nick lifting his leg and he was just about to say, “Stop, I’m too sore to even think about letting that monster of yours anywhere near me” when his treacherous body opened up and let Nick in. It was not a completely pain-free entrance. He had after all been used and used hard. But the minute Nick’s hard erection (and how the hell did Nick manage to get another erection after all they’d done that night) slid in him and touched his prostate he decided that one more time wouldn’t kill him.

Nick heard the painful moan Greg gave when he slid inside him and it took him a moment to realize that just because he suddenly had all his prayers answered, that didn’t mean that Greg was ready to be plundered again. He stopped moving and told Greg he was sorry, he should have asked him if he could stand him one more time. Greg pulled Nick down into his arms and kissed him deeply and lovingly. He told Nick he was going to have to do all the work. If he could just lay there and make happy noises he could certainly stand him again. Nick kissed Greg with all his heart and as he started to move, he felt Greg’s body open up again and welcome him home.