Partie une: Greg

As they sat together on the couch Nick snaked an arm behind Greg's shoulders, allowing himself to barely brush the back of Greg's neck.

A delicate shudder proclaimed Greg's awareness, but he did not turn his head to look at Nick. Nick permitted himself a discreet smile of satisfaction at the success of his manoeuvre. Cautiously, he let his fingers brush lightly over Greg's shoulder.

Greg closed his eyes with a deep sigh and let his head fall back against Nick's arm. His mouth had opened slightly to allow the sound to escape and to Nick it sounded like contentment, desire and fear all rolled into one.

He leaned over and very softly brushed his lips across Greg's. The slightest turn of Greg's head into the kiss invited Nick to deepen it. He ran his tongue over Greg's lower lip, just licking, before gently nudging inside, wanting to see if Greg tasted like he'd always imagined; sweet with hints of coffee and mint.

Nick raised his other hand to cup Greg's chin tenderly, angling his head so he could delve even deeper, but all the while keeping the pace slow, deliberate, gentle.

With a groan he released his hold on Greg's mouth and leaned his forehead against Greg's, his hand slipping lower to gently caress Greg's neck, noting the heat radiating from the smooth skin.

"Have you ever been with a guy before?"

Greg shook his head slightly without opening his eyes.

"Are you sure you want this?"

A nod this time.

"Look at me, Greg. I want to be sure you want what I want, or this goes no further."

Greg opened his eyes and Nick's heart skipped a beat to see the depth of desire blazing in them. The normally humorous and ironic expression had given way to one almost pitifully vulnerable and open, but with an underlying need that told Nick everything he was desperate to know.

"A first time should be special," Nick whispered tenderly, "Wait right here, I'll be back in a sec."

Greg nodded, "I'm not going anywhere."

Nick gave him another soft kiss and vanished down the hall toward his bedroom.

Greg shivered and wrapped his arms around himself, trying to control his trembling. His normally brash, flirtatious façade had fallen away as a desire he'd had for God knows how long was finally going to be fulfilled. Apart from hasty hand jobs and a couple of blowjobs his experience with men was limited. Theoretically he knew what came next and he was scared. Scared but, oh, how he wanted Nick.

Returning to the living room, Nick held out his hand in invitation to Greg. Greg put his hand in Nick's and was pulled gently to his feet, swaying slightly as a wave of dizziness hit him. Nick circled Greg in his arms and kissed him again before saying, "If you want to stop, tell me, any time. I can take this as slowly as you need to."

"I don't want to stop," Greg smiled shyly.

Turning, Nick led the way, walking beside Greg, hand in hand, neither pushing him nor dragging him behind. They paused in the doorway and Greg saw that Nick had lit some candles, their warm glow suffusing the room with an almost ethereal light.

He turned to Nick with a little smile and hint of tears. "Thank you," was all he said.

"I want this to be special for you," Nick said, holding Greg close, "Because you're special to me and I want you to feel comfortable and safe."

They walked the short distance to the side of the bed and Nick kissed Greg again, hugging him gently. Greg put his hands flat on Nick's chest, not pushing him away, just holding him there.

"Are you sure?" Nick asked.

"Sure," Greg affirmed, with a small nod.

Nick slid his hands under Greg's t-shirt; feeling for the first time what was hidden from view, the soft, pliant velvet of Greg's back, abruptly distorted by the rough, pebbled texture as he ranged his hands higher to where the scars began.

"Your scars…" he began.

Greg put a finger on Nick's lips, "…are just scars. They've healed."

"Not completely," Nick responded, a slight hint of anguish colouring his voice.

"It'll be okay," Greg soothed him.

Nick pulled the t-shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. He placed his hands on Greg's shoulders, thumbs tracing along the collarbones and meeting in the small hollow at the base of his throat.

Greg watched as Nick's eyes roamed over his shoulders and chest with wonder, travelling down the flat stomach to his navel where a faint line of downy hair led under his jeans.

"Now you," Greg said, and pushed Nick's t-shirt up in turn. He'd seen Nick without a shirt before of course, but it was entirely different up this close. Because, now, he was free to touch, to explore each swell and dip of toned muscles, and run his hands over Nick's arms revelling in the feel of the strength beneath the smoothness of the skin.

Nick smiled at Greg's absorption and recalled his attention with a quick kiss. "Still okay?"

Greg smiled. "More than okay. I'll tell you if I'm not."

"Alright."

Without him being precisely aware of it, Nick's hands had wandered to the waistband of Greg's jeans and he worked open the fly, checking to see if Greg was wearing boxers or had gone commando. Boxers, but damn, they were silk.

Greg gasped as Nick ran his hands inside his jeans, cupping the globes of his ass through the soft silk, pulling him forward till their hips met. Greg felt the hardness of Nick's cock sliding against his own and loved the way they felt together. He clung to Nick's shoulders and pushed his hips into Nick's.

Nick bent his head to bite gently at the crook of Greg's neck, licking over it lightly to taste the slightly salty sweet flavor of his skin. He felt Greg stiffen against him with a slight hiss of breath and tensed as he waited, wondering if he'd gone too far.

But then Greg's hands were on his ass, pulling him closer as their hips flexed together.

Nick pushed Greg's jeans down and explored the silk, feeling Greg's heat radiating through the smooth, slightly sticky texture of the material. Gently backing away, he helped Greg step out of his jeans and stripped off his socks, noticing with a secret smile the delicate shiver as he touched each foot.

Finally Greg was naked but for his grey silk boxers, a damp patch on the bulge in front, announcing he was as aroused as Nick had hoped.

Nick quickly stripped himself the rest of the way, kicking his clothing aside. Greg's eyes dropped to Nick's cock, jutting from his body, and he licked his lips nervously.

"I don't want to rush you," Nick said, noticing the nervous tremor, "There are other things we can do."

"I want this," Greg murmured as he took Nick's erection in his hand, running his thumb over the sensitive head.

"Then you'll need to stop doing that," Nick gasped and held Greg's hand still with his own, "Or this will be over before it begins."

He smiled indulgently at Greg's dazzlingly self-congratulatory grin. The younger man did not seem to realize how distracting he could be.

He slowly backed Greg towards the bed, pushing him down on it. Greg sat down and smiled up at Nick, holding his arms open in an unmistakeable invitation. Nick joined him and tried to move over him carefully, but Greg pulled him down forcefully, gasping at the first touch of skin on skin. He moaned and shivered under Nick, the contact more electric than anything he'd ever experienced before.

Nick buried his face in Greg's shoulder and gripped his ass, moulding and squeezing it as he ground down into him, sliding his erection against the silk covered one beneath him. He took Greg's mouth in a searing kiss and felt him respond eagerly, their tongues swirling in heat and passion, sliding over each other breathlessly.

Nick broke away and dipped his head to suck a nipple as he slid the silk boxers off. Greg whimpered and arched up under Nick's mouth, holding his head against his chest searching for more.

"I want you so bad," Greg groaned, "Need to feel you inside me…"

Nick found the lube and coated his fingers, reaching lower to gently stroke Greg's opening. Greg's eyes flew open. "Fuck, that feels good," he moaned as his hips moved faster and he spread his legs wider. "More!"

Nick nudged at the opening, taking Greg's mouth again as his finger breached the tight opening for the first time. Greg gasped and wrenched his mouth from Nick's as he arched away from the older man's hand.

"I'll be gentle, but it might hurt a bit at first," Nick whispered tenderly. "It'll be ok, just try to relax."

Greg nodded and bit his lip as Nick's finger slid in a little further. He tensed, clutching the sheets, and his breath quickened as he fought to relax. Finally he was able to relax himself enough and he nodded to Nick who slid his finger in further, waiting for Greg to adjust. "Feels full," Greg whimpered.

"It'll get better," Nick assured him and started to move his finger slowly, gently stroking the inner walls, curling his finger looking for the magic spot. He grinned when he found it because Greg arched up off the bed and yelled, "Holy fuck! What was that?"

Nick moved his finger a little faster, brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves with each stroke. Greg moaned and thrashed on the bed. "More… please!"

Nick pulled out and added another finger, which Greg accepted willingly, spreading his legs wider, opening himself to the sensation. Nick gently scissored the tight ring of muscle while continuing to stimulate Greg's prostate with each stroke. He carefully added a third finger, stretching and moving until Greg could take it in easily.

"Are you ready for me?" He asked, watching Greg's face. He gasped as Greg opened his eyes, and he saw that they were filled with such a desire and love for him that it threatened to overwhelm his tenuous control.

"Please…" Greg managed.

Nick withdrew his fingers and put the condom on with shaking hands, lubing himself generously. He suggested, "The first time it will be easier for you on your stomach," he suggested gently.

Greg shook his head, "I want to see you."

Nick nodded and pressed Greg's knees up toward his chest and, lining himself up, he slowly entered him. Greg gasped with the first feeling of penetration, unable to believe that he could feel so full, so complete for the first time. Nick gently pushed in all the way and paused to allow Greg to adjust to the new feeling. He pulled Greg's legs around his waist and immediately Greg clamped his heels into Nick's back, pulling him in deeper.

Greg melted under Nick, lost in a world of new sensation. Nick was touching him in much more than just a physical way and he felt a depth of love and connection that he'd never known before. He wanted to remember this feeling always.

Finally Nick started a gentle rocking motion and Greg cried out with pleasure. Nick looked into his face and saw myriad of emotions in his unguarded expression, desire, passion, hunger, but, surpassing all those, love.

Nick almost sobbed with relief as he began to thrust harder into Greg's willing body, feeling him arch up to meet each stroke. He had wanted this for so long and to know that Greg desired him just as much was nearly overpowering. He moved a hand to grab Greg's cock stroking roughly in time with his thrusts. "Nicky… I'm gonna… so close… I'm gonna come…" Greg gasped brokenly.

Greg was babbling with ecstasy. Nick could make out a word here and there: harder, more and please; there were lots of pleases. He watched Greg's face, practically glowing as it contorted with his orgasm and he moaned, "Love you, Nicky."

The expression and the words were enough to push Nick to the brink. Raising himself on both arms, unable to hold back any longer, he pounded into Greg, burying himself deeply as he came with a loud groan.

He collapsed over Greg, sweaty, limp, exhausted. He felt Greg's hands slowly caressing his back, and he whispered, "Love you too, Greg. Always have."

Finally he pulled out, taking care of the condom and getting a washcloth to clean them both. He lay spooned behind Greg and pulled him into his arms, enjoying the closeness of the other man. He heard a sigh and felt, rather than saw, the first tear slide down Greg's cheek.

"Do you wish it really had been like this your first time?"

Greg exhaled. "Yeah. Definitely."

"What happened?" Nick asked diffidently, "You've never told me exactly."

After a long pause, Greg said quietly, "I'll tell you sometime. I don't want to think about it right now."

Nick tightened his arms around Greg and kissed his shoulder silently.

"Do you wish your first time had been with me?" Nick whispered, a little uncertainly.

"Oh yeah," Greg sighed again. He rolled toward Nick and twined his arms around him reassuringly.

"So if you could go back–?"

"I don't know Nick. In a way I'm sort of glad I knew what I was doing when I met you, no fumbling around, yeah?" Greg smiled tremulously, "But, yes, if I could go back, I'd definitely want it to be with you. This was just perfect."

"I'm glad," Nick said as he placed a gentle kiss on Greg's forehead. He smiled contentedly and held Greg tightly in his arms until they both fell asleep.

Partie Deux: Nick

Nick closed his locker door and turned but Greg had braced a hand on either side of his head, trapping him against the cold metal.

"Where do you think you're going, beautiful?"

Greg was so close that Nick could feel his breath hot on his ear as he spoke.

"I don't think anything, I know I'm going to work," Nick said, ducking under Greg's arm and making for the door. Greg scooted ahead of him and draped himself in the doorway with one arm braced on the opposite side of the jamb.

"Not so fast, sexy, am I making you nervous?

Nick was indeed starting to get a little nervous. Not that he couldn't take Greg, he was obviously stronger and in better shape. But what was Greg up to? And why was it making him feel… hunted?

"Look, Greg, Grissom's waiting for me, I gotta…"

His words died on his tongue as he noticed Greg licking his lower lip slowly with the tip of his pink tongue; a tongue that looked rather long…and agile.

Nick ducked under Greg's arm again and hot-footed it down the hall, hearing Greg's pleased chuckle float after him.

"Catch you later, stud."

Nick burst into Grissom's office, never so relieved to be there as he was now. It almost felt like a sanctuary. He and Warrick received their assignment and headed out, Nick just grateful to be out of the building and out of Greg's reach, if only for a short time. He wasn't sure what the hell the lab tech was up to and he really did not want to find out. Did he? No! He wasn't going there.

Upon their return, he and Warrick turned into the rest room without missing a beat, still discussing their case. As soon as he caught sight of Greg at the sink Nick stopped short, not wanting to have to deal with any smart-ass comments or awkward suggestions that the lab tech might come up with in front of the other man. 'Rick pushed him inside irritably, exclaiming, "Move it, Nick. What's the hang-up?"

Nick ducked into a stall. No way was he using a urinal with Greg standing right there ogling him.

He heard Warrick chatting idly with Greg and then leave, saying, "Check it out, Nick. I'll be in the garage."

He cowered in the stall, hoping to God that Greg had left with Warrick. Hearing no sound, he cautiously pushed open the door and ventured out.

Immediately he found himself forced back against the wall, being kissed ruthlessly as Greg crushed the breath out of him.

"I never knew you could kiss like that," he gasped, looking at Greg, a mix of respect and horror evident in his confused eyes.

"There's a whole lot of things you don't know about me, Nicky-boy," Greg purred seductively, licking a trail from his jaw to his ear. "Is there anything you'd like to find out?"

"What the hell are you playing at Greg? I'm not interested and you can't gay me up." Nick pushed Greg off him and backed toward the hallway.

"You sure you don't want to be 'gayed up', cowboy? You never know, you just might like it." Greg laughed.

Without another word, Nick turned and made his escape, fleeing down the hall in the opposite direction to the DNA lab.

At his lunch break, he found an unsigned post-it note inside his bag saying, "I just want a taste." Unconsciously he licked his lips. He shuddered and shoved the note deep into his pocket, eating quickly to escape the break room and his own unsettling thoughts.

Opening his locker at the end of the day, he found that his other shirt was missing and there was another post-it in its place with the message, "Take it off, baby." Why wasn't he surprised that Greg was able to break into his locker?

What he really needed was to go home, relax with a beer and regain his equanimity. He'd been ill at ease all day after that unexpected and disturbingly hot kiss, and he needed some time to figure out why. After all, Greg was a guy and there was no way he was attracted to guys, even a guy as gorgeous as Greg. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts he didn't want to deal with, he cautiously pushed open the door to the parking lot, half expecting to find Greg plastered against his truck, but he reached its safety unmolested and headed home.

He slid the key into the lock and opened the door, feeling safe for the first time all day. Dropping his backpack, he got a beer and headed down the hall, stripping his shirt over his head, thinking longingly of a nice hot shower. Or maybe a cold one. The kiss that Greg had laid on him had affected him in a way he hadn't expected and he was more than a little worried about it. He'd never really been attracted to another guy before, but there was just something about Greg that was so–

He froze as he flipped the light on in the bedroom. There on the bed was a pair of handcuffs, a leather thong, a bright blue dildo and a pink feather boa. A huge dildo. A very pink boa. What the fuck?

Stunned, Nick stood there goggling at the display, giving Greg the opportunity to divest him of the beer and grab the shirt from him. He spun Nick around and pushed him face first against the wall, pinning both hands flat, and whispered into his ear, breath hot and moist, "I'm here to gay you up, lover."

"What are you…? Are you gonna…? You're not…?" Nick stuttered.

"Yes, I am gonna and I will," Greg chuckled.

Nick forgot everything as Greg slid his weight against him, licking a hot stripe up the side of his neck to the sensitive spot just under his ear where he latched on and sucked. Nick gasped at the sensations coursing through his body. He'd never thought he could feel so turned on by anyone, let alone another man.

"Keep those hands right there, cowboy," Greg whispered, his seductive voice tinged with just a hint of threat. He ran his hands up Nick's arms, fondling the hard muscles under the flawless skin. He massaged Nick's shoulders lightly, releasing some of the tension knotted there, then dropped his hands and circled Nick's waist.

Nick gasped as he felt Greg's hands come up to caress his chest, pinching and tweaking at his nipples, then teasing their way down to the waistband of his jeans, opening the zipper and undoing the button. Those talented hands slid inside his boxers, barely touching the wiry curls leading downward as Greg continued to suck on his neck, teeth scraping gently and wetly against his skin.

Greg slowly pushed the jeans and boxers down to Nick's ankles and ordered, "Spread your legs."

Nick didn't even think twice, he just spread his legs as far as he could, hindered by the jeans. He gripped the wall desperately, all thought of escape far away as his mind screamed, "Touch me!"

"I am touching you," Greg murmured, amused, as his hands slid over Nick's ass, cupping and kneading each cheek.

'Fuck, I can't believe I said that out loud,' Nick thought.

"I've been thinking about this all day," Greg crooned into Nick's skin.

"Me too," Nick gasped. "Fuck, no… didn't… out loud."

He felt Greg's laugh vibrate through his skin and whimpered, pushing his ass back at Greg, hoping for more contact.

"Is this what you want?" Greg slid his hands between them, fondling Nick's balls and just teasing the base of his cock with the other.

"Please…" Nick groaned, unable to get out any other words, angling his straining cock to get Greg's hand to close over it.

"Don't move," Greg admonished him.

He stood back from Nick, admiring the view.

Nick shook, embarrassed at how needy he felt and just how much he wanted Greg's hand or mouth on his cock, anything, any contact at all. He jerked as he felt something soft drift gently against his back and down between his legs. Afraid to move even an inch, he didn't dare look down, but he knew, he just knew, that Greg was sliding that damn feather boa between his legs, brushing his balls and cock. And it felt good. Another deep groan wrenched from his throat and, even though it felt amazing, he couldn't help but think of the other items he'd seen with dread.

Greg turned Nick's head and kissed him, his tongue fucking Nick's mouth, scorching and wet, sliding over Nick's, the firm pressure of lips almost bruising, with hot breath shared between them. Nick was trembling with need and he was so fucking hard.

Greg wound the boa around Nick's neck and gripped his hips, holding him in place as he licked down the Texan's spine, tongue swirling, tormenting, stopping to leave open-mouthed kisses here and there. Nick held his breath as Greg left a particularly luscious kiss on his tailbone, unable to believe that he was really going to do this, but knowing that there was no way he'd ever want to go back.

He felt Greg's hands part his cheeks and then that first hot swipe of tongue across his opening. He let out a shuddering moan and felt the vibration of Greg's chuckle. He locked his knees as he felt the first tentative thrust and, God, Greg's tongue was inside, stretching him and it was so hot and so wet, Nick couldn't believe he hadn't just come all over the wall.

He pushed his ass back at Greg, wishing he could get his legs farther apart. "Greg… fuck me…please… now…"

Greg laughed again and stood, running his hands up Nick's body and hugging him from behind before spinning him around and taking his mouth again in a searing kiss, holding him in place by the boa. "Are you sure you want to go that gay, Nicky?"

Nick nodded eagerly, coherent communication having become impossible. Greg started backing toward the bed, pulling Nick by the boa draped around his neck. When he reached the bed, he swept the other items to the floor and pushed Nick down onto it, yanking off his shoes and socks, freeing him from the pants around his ankles.

Greg struggled out of his own clothing at top speed, somehow still managing to look graceful. Nick moaned again with impatience and need. Finally, finally, Greg was on top of him, kissing him, pushing his knees toward his chest, stroking him with lubed fingers, urging him to open. Nick pushed back at the fingers, gasping, "Now… I'm ready… fuck me…"

Greg slipped on the condom, slicking himself with shiny fingers and gently eased into his lover; then Nick wrapped his legs around Greg's waist, and pulled him in hard, impaling himself on Greg's cock. He flexed his muscles around Greg, urging him to move.

Greg groaned and started thrusting slowly, but his self control was quickly shattered by Nick's moans and he was pounding into the older man hitting his prostate with each thrust. Nick moaned shamelessly, thrusting his hips up to meet Greg. Greg pulled one of Nick's legs up over his shoulder, fucking him hard, grinding him into the bed. He reached for Nick's cock with one hand, stroking him in time to his thrusts.

Nick grabbed for Greg's hips with his shaking fingers. He was close, so close and feeling Greg sliding inside him, the sensation was almost too much to take, the intensity building to a crescendo. He opened his eyes to see the concentration on Greg's tense face as his balls collided with Nick's ass with a slap at every thrust. It was too much and Nick squeezed his eyes shut, coming with a loud cry, spilling hot liquid over Greg's hand and his own stomach.

At that, Greg lowered himself so he was sliding in the cum spilled across Nick's stomach and braced himself, his breathing erratic and his hips banging into Nick as he came hard. He collapsed over Nick, panting and slick with sweat and cum.

Nick smirked as he ran his hands soothingly over Greg's back. Finally Greg came to and turned his head to smile weakly at Nick. Nick kissed him gently, and Greg chuckled as his fingers plucked at the feather boa.

"This is surprisingly becoming, Nicky. Sure I can't persuade you to wear it to work?"

Nick laughed too, and let his legs drop to the mattress, holding Greg in place between them.

"What's with all the toys? You had me going there for a minute."

It was Greg's turn to smirk. "Well, you inspired me with that comment about gaying you up. So I thought I'd call your bluff, cowboy."

Nick pouted. "So you're not really going to handcuff me to the bed and use the dildo?"

"Maybe next time, Nicky, maybe next time," Greg smiled, a wicked look in his eyes.