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A/N: This is the final chapter. It contains A LOT of skirt sex, so if that's not your thing, please don't read. If it is your thing, then enjoy!

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Beta'd by the wonderful impure_desire

Nick could barely contain the moan that wanted to escape. "Fuck, G. You're wearing women's panties?" His voice was thick, and he almost didn't recognize it himself. He had never been so turned on by a piece of lingerie.

"Actually, it's a G-String. I didn't want panty lines." Any other time Nick would have laughed at that statement. Now though, it wasn't so funny. It was erotic, sexy, dirty and very, very kinky…definitely not funny.

Greg wrapped his hands around Nick's forearms and began to pull himself up. He was stopped by a hand being placed to the center of his chest and pushed back down onto the sofa. Nick could feel Greg's heart pounding under his palm.

"No. Stay down." Nick didn't know where he found this new confidence. He suddenly had the urge to do more than just look at Greg. Nick laid back down on top of Greg drawing him into a slow, passionate kiss.

Nick moaned at the thought of Greg having a string of lace between his ass cheeks. He moved his hand to the front of the panties and tugged, causing the thin lacy material to rub against his lover's opening. Greg's hips bucked in response, and he let out a guttural moan.

"Nick, that feels so good….oh…fuck…"

With Greg's words encouraging Nick to continue, the Texan wrapped his hand around the lace covered cock and began stroking. With each upstroke, the lacy material tugged and rubbed against Greg's entrance a little more, causing the younger man to writhe underneath of him.

"Nick…Nicky…I'm not…gonna last…" Greg's sentences were becoming short and labored, and Nick knew he must be near his breaking point. He lay beneath Nick with his back arched causing his head to be thrown back over the arm of the sofa, exposing Greg's long pale neck, which was still bound by the studded collar.

Nick's mouth was instantly drawn to the silver metal. He needed to taste Greg's skin. He ran his tongue along the leather and metal, pausing when he could feel Greg's pulse point under his tongue. He sucked hard at the spot, licking the beads of salty sweat that started forming around the collar, then sat back to look at his work. That was definitely going to bruise. The sudden thought of Greg walking around the lab tomorrow sporting his mark caused Nick to gasp, and he looked in awe. 'Mine.'

"What's wrong, Nick?" Nick could hear a slight panic in Greg's voice. He must have thought the Texan was having second thoughts. "Why are you stopping?" Greg ask breathlessly.

"Shh…I'm not going anywhere." Nick whispered the words as he leaned back in to kiss the skin just below Greg's ear. "I'm gonna take care of you, baby. Just let me look at you for a minute," he whispered.

Nick shifted his weight to one side so that his eyes could travel down Greg's wanton body. He licked his lips when he saw that fucking skirt again, his lover's cock nestled in lace just below it. He needed to taste this man. The thought of sucking Greg's dick caused his own to ache with hunger, and again he found himself reaching to stroke himself a few times. Nick didn't want to think about his own needs, though. Right now the only need on his mind was Greg's and how he was going to keep the man under him making those throaty noises and moaning his name. He needed Greg to be satisfied before he would allow himself the same pleasure.

When Nick first confessed his feelings, he was scared and unsure of having a sexual relationship with a man. Imagining himself being intimate with Greg and actually doing it were two very different things. With lack of experience and little confidence, he didn't think he would actually be able to perform, if or when the opportunity presented itself. He knew the basics of having a gay relationship, he was an educated man and a CSI after all; he could figure out the mechanics.

Now, he found, with Greg laying right in front of him naked, hard, willing and wanton, he didn't need to think about what to do next. Every movement felt natural, and he touched Greg's body with the confidence of an experienced lover.

Desire fueling his fearlessness, Nick kissed his way down Greg's body, stopping every so often to suck or bite a particular area he found sensitive, memorizing each spot for future reference. He let his tongue swirl in Greg's navel then buried his nose in the trail of hair just below it. He ghosted his lips over the younger man's throbbing erection, still encased in black lace, down to his inner thigh, gently biting the skin closest to his groin.

"You're killing me, Nick. Please touch me, suck me…please…" Greg's voice was guttural, and he was begging. Begging for Nick to suck his cock, and it was the most erotic thing he'd ever heard. Greg had his hands on Nick's head pushing him, ever so gently, toward where he wanted the Texan's mouth to be.

Nick licked his lips with anticipation. His mouth was mere centimeters from Greg's dick, and he was never more turned on in his life. Boldly, he let his tongue glide between his lover's skin and the black lace covering his destination. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled down the restraining garment.

"God damn it, Nick! You're such a fuckin' tease! Just suck me already!" Nick hungrily smiled, and his eyes widened as he was finally face to face with Greg's engorged cock. He didn't think twice before wrapping his hand around the base and welcoming it into his virgin mouth as deep as he could take it.

"Oh, man! Oh, shit…fuck…" Greg's filthy mouth spat out non-stop expletives as he squirmed and writhed under Nick's sweet torture.

He smiled to himself knowing he was the one making Greg lose control. Nick bunched up the material of the skirt with his fist, using his forearm to hold Greg's hip firm against the sofa. Confidant or not, this still was his first time, and he didn't want to ruin it by gagging. Or worse.

Nick thought of everything he liked to have done to him and tried to mimic those actions. He took his time as he sucked hard, laving his lover's cock with his tongue, dipping into the slit to savor the leaking pre-cum and gently scraping his teeth along the shaft. Greg's musky scent, combined with the smell of leather was intoxicating, and Nick took a deep breath, savoring the aroma. Greg made noises of appreciation causing Nick to smile with satisfaction.

Nick had his arm draped across Greg's hip and used his hand to stroke his lover's erection in time with his sucking. He brought the fingers of his free hand to the younger man's mouth where they were eagerly accepted. Slick with saliva, those same fingers fondled Greg's balls then pressed into the tight skin behind them. Slowly, he touched Greg's opening for the first time, causing the man to buck his hips and tighten the hold he had on Nick's short hair.

"Fuck, Nick…ohmygod…ohmygod …fuck…"

With no second thoughts, Nick boldly pushed his middle finger into Greg's waiting entrance. He wasn't sure what he expected as he breeched the tight ring of muscles, slowly pushing in as deep as his finger would allow, but was rewarded with his name being shouted as he found a particular spot that caused Greg to scream. 'Prostate.'

Nick pulled from Greg's cock to bite his own bottom lip as he felt his own opening pulsating and wondered what it felt like to be finger fucked. The thought alone caused his cock to jump and had to fight the urge to reach down a just jerk himself off. He returned his mouth to Greg to continue his torture thinking he just might cum without even having to touch himself.

"Nick, can't…please…need…to cum…please, Nicky…" Greg was reduced to babbling one word at a time, and Nick wanted him to cum. He let Greg's cock slip from his mouth with a 'pop,' but continued to stroke the hardening length with one hand while the other massaged that bundle of nerves. Over and over and over again.

"Cum for me, G. I wanna taste you."

Greg didn't need to be told twice. With one last stroke, Greg's cock swelled, and he was spurting white creamy goodness all over Nick's hand and that fucking little, wrinkled, dirty, leather skirt. Surprisingly, Greg was silent as his orgasm hit him. Only letting out a soft moan Nick thought sounded like his name. He lapped up a small amount cum from his hand, savoring the taste as he continued to stroke, letting Greg ride out his high.

Moving up to meet his lover face to face, Nick watched as Greg took several deep breaths to help slow his breathing. "You OK, G?" he whispered.

"Yeah…yes…need to catch… my breath…Jesus, Nick…you're my best friend…and you just gave me the best…the best fucking blow of my life. You sure you've never done this before?" Greg smiled at him with half lidded eyes.

Nick chuckled. "Now your best friend wants to fuck you, baby." Nick could feel the blush return to his face at the admission, though this time he didn't try to hide it. He kissed Greg deeply, letting the younger man taste himself on Nick's tongue, while he slipped another cum slick finger in Greg's ass.

"Jesus, Nick…oh…need to feel you in me." Greg's breathing was still heavy, but at least now he was forming short sentences.

"I wanna fuck you, G. I need to be inside you," he breathed, as he kissed his way along the younger man's jaw line.

Nick began to scissor his fingers, stretching Greg. He added a third finger, making certain it was well lubed with enough gooey essence to move freely. He moved slowly, taking his time, knowing his lover needed to be well prepped to accept him.

Nick stared down at his lover wondering what he did to make this man want to be with him. The need to be inside Greg was overwhelming. Nick sat back and began to get up from the sofa.

"Nick?" Greg reached his hand out to stop Nick, confusion written across his face.

"Not here, baby. I don't want our first time to be on your couch." He reached his own hand out as he stood, pulling Greg up with him. Looking deeply into his lover's eyes, Nick knew he and Greg were changing their relationship forever. Still holding Greg's hand, the pair walked the short distance to Greg bedroom.

Nick quickly removed his cloths, finally permitting his swollen erection freedom from it's own leather confine. Greg attempted to remove his own remaining clothing when Nick stopped him.

"No! Leave it on." He couldn't say why, but the thought of fucking Greg while he still wore the short little skirt captivated Nick's mind. His cock throbbed painfully at the sight of Greg standing in front of him wearing only high heeled boots, a studded collar and a wrinkled, cum stained leather skirt.

"Why does this skirt fascinate you so much?" Greg stepped forward, pressing his body against Nick. He moaned as he grabbed a handful of the sticky leather garment, wrapped it around Nick's cock and began to stroke.

"Don't, Greg. Stop," Nick spoke in a determined voice. He needed to take a few deep breaths to control himself.

Nick heard Greg gasp. That is NOT what he meant to say. Still, the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He realized too late how the command must have sounded.

Greg jumped back so quickly he almost knocked Nick off his feet. He pulled his hand away from the Texan as one would do if they just touched a hot stove.

"What the fuck, Nick?" Greg's voice was loud and shaky. Nick remembered his reaction the last time the younger man touched his cock, and he cursed himself inwardly. A single tear escaped Greg's dark brown eyes. Nick pulled his lover close and cupped his face, wiping away the tear with his thumb, and kissed his quivering lips.

"Baby, I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean I wanted US to stop. It's just if you touch my cock like that, I'm gonna cum. I'm right on the edge here, G. I just need to be inside you so badly right now, and if you start touching me like that, it's gonna all be over." Nick began to place open mouthed kisses all over Greg's face as he spoke. "Greg…don't ever think that I don't…want you to touch me…You can do ANYTHING…you want to me…You can touch me ANYWHERE…I promise…Just let me be inside you…right…now.

Greg reached for the Texan, pulling him down onto the bed. "Make love to me."

He didn't know when Greg had the opportunity to retrieve items, but Nick found himself being handed a bottle of lube and a condom. He wondered if Greg had them ready before even leaving for Catherine's party. The thought quickly left his mind with Greg laying on the bed waiting for him.

With a trembling hand, Nick managed to roll the condom onto his aching member that, until now, he would not allow to be pleasured. He generously coated himself before lubing up two fingers and slowly inserting them into Greg's waiting body.

It amazed him, especially after everything that happened this evening, that Greg trusted him completely. The younger man was laying on his back, his hands holding his knees to his chest, with his most private area exposed and waiting. 'Just for me. Beautiful.'

"Nick, please. I'm ready. I want you in me…now."

That was the only invitation Nick needed. He settled his body between Greg's legs, leaning his weight on his forearms. 'Beautiful. Mine.'

This feeling, this gut wrenching feeling Nick was having was the most spectacular, and scary, thing he'd ever experienced in his entire life. No other person had ever made him feel this way, and he never wanted to go back to a life without it.

Nick swallowed the lump in his throat as the enormity of what this moment meant struck him. 'I love you, Greg. I'm IN LOVE with you.'

He was joining his body with Greg's in the most intimate way possible. He actually felt pain in his chest at the thought of another man being this close to Greg. Man or woman, Nick did not want anyone else to ever have this feeling with HIS lover. 'Mine.'

"Promise me that no one will ever touch you, G." Greg moaned out something that sounded like "OK."

"G, look at me." Nick needed Greg to hear him. He needed him to understand exactly what the Texan was demanding of him. 'Mine.'

"Promise me that no one will ever touch you like this again, Greg. I'm the only one." Nick looked directly into Greg's eyes and could feel his own tearing up. He couldn't remember a time when he had cried as much as he had this evening.

Greg's eyes were also wet with tears. Nick wondered how two grown men could be reduced to such a state.

Greg stroked the side of Nick's face, running his thumb over his new lover's bottom lip. "Only you, Nicky. Only yours." Greg held Nick's gaze as he continued to speak.

"Now, Nick. Fuck me…make love to me…make me yours." Greg started rocking his hips to show the older man exactly what he wanted and encourage him to continue.

Nick had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from cumming as he lined himself with Greg's entrance and slowly pushed past the tight ring of muscles. He felt as if the younger man's body was sucking him in, and he had to fight the urge to push fully into his lover in one long motion. He paused every inch or so to allow a moment for Greg to adjust to him before he continued. Once he was fully impaled in the tight channel, he slowly started rocking his hips.

"You OK, baby?" Nick wanted to assure himself that Greg was in no pain before he started to move any faster.

"It's good. Full…but feels good. Just go slow." And something must have felt good because once again Nick could feel Greg becoming hard against his stomach.

Nick pulled out and pushed back in slowly, just a little harder each time, searching for Greg's sweet spot. "Feels so fucking good, G. Not gonna last long, baby." Nick now understood what the term 'feels like heaven on earth' meant.

"Ahhh! Oh God, Nick…right there…do that again!" Nick had found Greg's prostate and made sure to hit it with every stroke. He began to thrust a little harder and watched Greg's face for any sign of pain. He knew there would be some discomfort and wanted to ensure he felt even more pleasure by focusing on his sweet spot. The younger man gripped Nick's arms so tightly he was certain there would be bruises tomorrow.

"Christ, Nick! Would you forget…the fucking skirt…I'm a man! Fuck me like one!" Greg was demanding more and who was Nick to deny Greg anything right now. He sped up the pace and thrust harder. Greg met him thrust for thrust and Nick didn't think he would last much longer.

Leaning all of his weight on one arm, Nick reached between their joined bodies, brushing his fingers over sticky wet leather, and fisted Greg's now fully erect member. He stroked in time to his thrusts and had Greg squirming again underneath him

"Shit…Nicky…I'm gonna… cum…again…fuck…" Greg was reduced to one word sentences again, and Nick knew he was close. He stroked Greg's cock a little harder, twisting his hand over the head each time, just the way he liked it himself.

"Let go, G," was all Nick whispered before he felt Greg's body tense and then there was…silence. His new lover climaxed again and spilled his seed over Nick's hand. Nick watched Greg's face as he rode out his orgasm. Never in his life had Nick seen a more beautiful sight.

Between Greg's very sexy silence, his tight ass clenching Nick's cock, the little black, cum soaked, leather skirt and warm cum covering his hand - Nick let out such a loud, guttural moan that even he surprised himself. He fully collapsed on top of Greg, heaving and trying to catch his breath. Never in his life had he experienced such a powerful orgasm.

"That…was…amazing." Nick breathed out each word, trying to slow his breathing down. Under him, Greg remained quiet and still after having his second orgasm of the night. It was strange seeing the energetic man reduced to such a serene state, and Nick loved that he could be the one to put him there.

"Greg, you OK?" Nick whispered close to his lover's ear, kissing the skin just below it, trying to bring the other man back down from his high.

"I. Am. The. Man!" Greg smiled up at Nick and grabbed both sides of his head, kissing him passionately.

"Me…Gregory Sanders, just made you, Nickolas Fucking Stokes, have a mind blowing orgasm!" Greg threw his head back and carelessly laughed as he spoke. The strings of the Texan's heart were being pulled a little tighter.

"Yeah, you did, Greggo." Nick kissed Greg one last time on the nose before slowly slipping out of his new lover and went to retrieve a wet cloth. After cleaning both of them off and removing the very debauched skirt and boots, Nick settled against Greg's body, resting his head on the younger man's chest.

"Will it make me seem girly if I wanted to cuddle with you and talk for a while? I mean, more girly than I've already been tonight? I promise I won't cry this time." Nick looked up at Greg with big, brown puppy dog eyes. 'Why am I so emotional?'

"Of course not." Greg kissed the top of Nick's head and held him a little tighter as they talked about everything important that happened over the past few hours.

"Tell me what it felt like." Since the moment he first touched Greg's most intimate place, Nick wondered what it felt like to have another human being inside of your body.

On the verge of sleep, Greg groggily explained it to Nick as best he could. "Never felt anything like it. You know what it feels like to have your dick stoked? Imagine that same feeling on the inside of your body. I was getting stimulated inside and out and it was just so─"

"Would you do that for me? Could you make me feel that way?" The words were whispered so quietly, he wasn't sure if Greg heard him.

"What? You want me to …You'd let me do that do you?" More awake now, Greg suddenly sat up and turned, forcing Nick to do the same.

Nick picked up the hesitancy in Greg's voice. "Of course I would, G. Why wouldn't I?" He reached for Greg's hand, lacing their fingers together. "I want to feel that, too. I want YOU to make me feel that. Besides, I would never do anything to you that I wouldn't want done to me. This relationship works both ways, ya know? Please don't ever feel like─"

"I love you, Nick." The Texan's words were cut off by hungry kisses. Greg pushed him back against the mattress and began kissing and touching every part of Nick's body he could reach.

"I love you, too." The words Nick has never spoken to anyone, except family, fell off his tongue effortlessly. It felt natural and he knew this was where he belonged.

"Hey. Can I ask you something about Sara?" Greg abruptly halted his assault on Nick's body and looked at the older man confusingly.

"You really want to talk about Sara right now? Kind of a buzz kill, Nick." Still, Greg straddled Nick's thighs and gave him his full attention. "You have two minutes, then Sara's outta the bed. Go," he commanded, with a sigh.

"Why'd ya tell her you lost your balance in the bathroom? Why didn't you tell her the truth…that I pushed you?" This question had been on Nick's mind since he first heard the lie fall from Greg's mouth.

Greg took a deep breath. "Nick, you're a good man. I know you never had the intention to hurt me. Sara just assumed we were together and got into some kinda physical fight; that you hit me or something. And, we both know that's far from the truth." Greg gently traced imaginary patterns on Nick's chest as he spoke.

"I knew…hoped, I guess, is the right word…I hoped we would figure everything out together. And, it really was an accident anyway. Even if Sara came to believe that was true, I know she would always blame you. I didn't want that. It was just easier to have her think I was clumsy. You're my best friend, I know you'd never hurt me."

"You didn't have to do that, G. But, thank you." Nick pulled Greg down and kissed him. It wasn't needy or demanding, just a kiss filled with love. "I love you, Greg."

"You do realize she's gonna be pissed, right?" Nick pulled back from the kiss continuing the conversation.

"Jesus, Nick! Why is Sara still in bed?" Greg let out a deep breath, rolled his eyes, then asked the question anyway.

"Any why exactly is she going to be pissed off?"

"I told Warrick and Catherine everything that happened. They know how I feel about you. You had Sara believing there's nothing between us. She's the only one that doesn't know."

"It doesn't matter. Sara's always a pissed off anyway." Greg met Nick eye's with a warning glare that meant the conversation was over. "No more Sara talk," were the only other words his lover spoke before reclaiming Nick's mouth.

Nick set the bedside clock to alarm in one hour. Even though he was tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep soundlessly for 12 hours, he knew he needed to check on Greg. Never again would he allow this man to be hurt or injured because of his actions or lack of actions.

Barely being able to keep his eyes open, Nick needed one final question answered before he fell asleep. "Greggo, why do you think everyone assumed we were already together?"

"You mean like bumping uglies?" Greg chuckled.

Nick raised an eyebrow, "Bumping uglies, Greg?" 'What the fuck is bumping uglies?'

"Yeah, you know…knocking boots, shagging, doin' the humpity hump, making whoopie─"

"I get it, G," Nick held his hand up to stop his rambling. "Seriously though, why do you think Sara, and everyone else for that matter, thought we were together?"

Greg smiled to himself thinking back to when he started the rumor a few weeks ago. He wanted to see what reaction he could get out of the Texan hoping it would open his eyes and make him see what had always been right in front of him. This wasn't exactly how it was supposed to happen, but the end result was exactly what Greg had hoped for.

"I don't know, Nicky. You know the way people talk. Go to sleep." Nick felt Greg tighten his arms around him. "Happy Halloween, baby. I love you," were Greg's final words before sleep claimed his body. Nick was right behind him, the few random things left on his mind fading away, smiling at the final thought in his head.

'Next time I'm wearing the skirt.'

~ The End