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This story is a complete work of fiction and all characters are copyrighted to CBS and or Universal Studios. This is in no way a representation of the sexuality of the actors or the characters.
This is about the CSIs Greg Sanders and Nick Stokes but will tangentially involve several other characters from the show. I'm not sure exactly where this is going to go (aside from the obvious, a romance between Nick and Greg). I may jump around in time somewhat (e.g., flashbacks), and I'll try to stick more or less to the themes of the series and reference a few episodes, but no promises... it's obviously a parallel reality, though even on the show those two seem very friendly.
Nick and Greg, Chapter Ten
Nick felt a slight tickling sensation on the back of his neck. It was feather-light, rubbing up and down right where his hair was at its shortest. He actually liked to do it himself right after he got a haircut, though it was a little strange to feel someone else doing it. He opened his eyes. Even in the near-total darkness he could could see Greg inches from him, his soft brown eyes looking right at him. "G, what are you doing?"
"Playing with your hair."
"Why?
"'Cause I always wanted to. I like the bristly feel of it. Does it bother you?"
"No. It tickles a little but it also feels kind of good."
"How often do you get your hair cut anyway, to keep it so short in back?"
"Once a week."
"Wow."
"I won't ask you how much you spend on highlights." He grinned.
"Touche." Greg deadpanned.
"What time is it anyway?"
"About 10 am. We had a nice two hour nap."
"When do you normally go to bed before night shift?"
"5 or so, then I get up a little after 11; that gives me time to shower, dress, do my hair and drive in. But I am so much closer here, I can save almost 15 minutes I bet." Greg grinned, scooting closer.
"So you (Nick laid on his accent thick saying `yeww') were just using me to get 15 extra minutes of sleep a night?"
"Uh, I'm actually hoping I'm going to have a net loss of sleep, because there's going to be less time spent in bed actually `sleepin'." And he leaned in and kissed Nick very tenderly, then backed off and looked him in the eyes.
"How do you do that `so sweet but it's still a really hot' guy-kiss, man?"
"Well, I..."
But Nick had already wrapped his arms around Greg, and pulled him into a major passionate kiss reply.
"Hmm... ummm." Greg was apparently half-heartedly trying to say something, until Nick pushed his tongue into Greg's mouth. By then Greg had stopped playing with Nick's hair and had a hand firmly on the back of his neck so he could be sure to pull the CSI into the kiss as he answered with his own long tongue.
Nick sighed and held Greg as they made out, then as it became more intense, their hands were all over each other's bodies, mouths hungry for each other. Breathing harder, pulling each other closer and grinding their hard cocks together.
Then Greg pushed back from that and started kissing Nick down onto his powerful chest, his abs, and soon vanished down under the covers. Nick felt his briefs being yanked down and moments later his already hard cock was being engulfed by Greg's warm, wet mouth. "Oh, god." He moaned, and threw the covers off.
Greg started gently cupping and kneading his balls while sucking hard on his cock. After a minute or so he let it pop out of his mouth and grinned up at the CSI. "Good morning!" And without any more foreplay, he skinned off his boxers, dug out the condoms and lube. He got the CSI covered, prepped himself and straddled Nick.
"Greg, what..."
"I need you man, now." Greg was no longer smiling, and he had a strange, hungry look in his eyes.
"I'm not complaining." Nick smiled, but a little uncertainly. He'd never seen Greg quite like this.
Greg guided Nick's hard cock up inside himself, wincing as it first entered, but pushing through it, knowing the pain would soon be replaced by pleasure, and he and Nick would be joined together. Cuddling was great but he wanted to be one with his lover again. After the whole Musso thing, he needed all of Nick's energy. Of course even Greg wasn't consciously thinking this exactly, only that he felt some emptiness that he knew Nick could help him fill.
"Ohhh, yeah Greggo!" Nick moaned as Greg sank down on him. The tech's tight ass felt as amazing as the first time, gripping his thick cock. He ran his hands over Greg's beautiful slim, hairless chest. Almost hesitantly he met his boyfriend's gaze again, and was relieved to see the strange hunger look was replaced by his usual soft brown gaze and a crooked smile.
Greg work all the way down and then just rested a moment, His own cock hard and slowly wagging from side to side. "You feel so good inside me Nicky, so perfect." He whispered.
When Nick pushed up just a little he moaned, tilted his head back and said, "Oh, yeah, that feels awesome."
The Greg started to move slowly up and down, his eyes closed, palms resting on Nick's chest as the CSI's own hands roamed over his slim lover.
Nick grazed Greg's cock with his fingers once in awhile, making the tech shudder with pleasure -- and Nick could feel Greg's sphincter muscles tighten around his cock when he did it, which made his cock feel even more incredible as it moved deep inside the tech.
Greg leaned back and put his hands on Nick's powerful quads. He started to buck up and down in Nick's cock, his own dick smacking up and down, starting to fling droplets of precum. "Oh, fuck, Nicky, Nicky, Nicky... fuccck meee..."
Greg went fast and faster, and Nick tried to thrust up to meet him, finally grabbing onto Greg's hips to force him to match his rhythm. "Slow down baby, make it last." He slid his hands up Greg's flanks and gently pulled the sweating younger guy forward and down until their faces were close again.
Greg was still grinding himself onto Nick but much slower now. "I'm sorry, I just get so--"
But Nick pulled him down into a kiss, running his fingers through Greg's wet hair.
Greg pulled back. "You didn't even let me finish!"
"Greggo, I'm sorry!" Nick looked genuinely regretful, and Greg could not be mad at that sad face for long.
"It's okay, but it's you always taking charge again. I can't even be a power bottom!"
"What's that, anyway? And do I want to know?" Nick grinned.
"That means you fuck me, but I'm in charge!" For emphasis, Greg bucked up and down a few times on Nick's still-hard cock, then he gently smacked Nick on the cheek.
"I coulda figured that I guess."
"One of these days, I'm gonna tie you down and teach you the meaning of giving up control." Greg said, trying to sound menacing, but not really succeeding.
"I'm sorry, Greg, this is all new to me, man."
Greg sighed and laid down on his lover's chest, feeling Nick's softening cock slip out of him, and his own start to go down. He put his head on Nick's shoulder but facing away. "You don't think it's new to me too? I'd never had sex with a guy, and I'm sure you've done it with a lot more women than me. Hell, you even had more guy experience that I had, with your party blowjob." Greg let a little bitterness slip into his voice.
"Greg... Greggo." Nick put his arms around the tech and held him gently. "That doesn't matter. He was just some guy at a party who came on to me. Remember, I kissed you. I want to be with you, nobody else, and I don't care about your experience, we'll just figure it out together."
Greg slipped his arms around and under Nick, and managed to pull them onto their sides. "Yeah, I know, I was just being an ass. I'm sorry. Now I kinda ruined the moment." He finally managed to meet Nick's gaze.
"Dude, every time's not gonna be perfect." Nick tenderly brushed back Greg's hair.
"I'm just afraid that... I know that..." Greg rolled over, facing away.
"What babe?"
"In some way you just feel sorry for me cause you're my friend, and you're going to... get over this... me... and go back to being straight." Greg managed to choke out.
Nick just laid there for a moment, trying to process what Greg must be thinking. Then he got angry. "What!? You think this is some kind of pity party? Greg Sanders look at me!" He physically took hold of the slender tech and flipped him around.
Greg looked more than a little bit scared.
"You think the last few days were me feeling sorry for you cause you came out to me? You think the times we made love, the time you FUCKED ME, the time we danced together, that was all me feeling sorry for you!? Goddamn it Sanders, you're really fucked up if you believe that."
"Well when you put it that way..."
"How the hell else do you want me to put it Greg? I told you I fucking love you and I mean it! I never felt the same way about anyone else. I feel like I'm having a heart attack right now my chest hurts so bad."
"Me too Nick, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Come here," Nick said, suddenly in a soft voice, gently pulling Greg close to him. "I understand that you have doubts, that I never gave any hints before this, but please believe me, I am in this for real." He felt Greg's body, at first filled with tension, start to relax. "Greg you were so brave just the other day, risking your life to save that kid, why are you so scared now?"
"Can we just not talk about it any more now? Thanks for understanding though. I'm sorry for being such a dick."
"It's all good man." Nick took a few deep breaths, while both of them calmed down. "So. To change the subject, the weather sucks today, but it is supposed to be nice tomorrow, want to do that lake trip?"
Greg beamed. "On the back of a jetski with you? Sounds like my second-favorite thing."
"I'd like to hit the gym then today; I feel like a slug. But first I need to do some laundry, and change the sheets, we've been pretty hard on them."
"Let me."
"You don't need to do that."
"But I want to. I'm kinda not a guest anymore, since I have closet space."
"Really, you don't have to do that."
"I want to. Then I'll go to my gym and do some cardio, we can meet up, make dinner, go to bed, and be ready for work?" Greg ended it like a question.
"Sounds like a plan to me, though you could to come to my gym with me and work out, I could get you in on a guest membership."
"I'm not ready for that." Greg smirked.
"I don't get it. It's not like I haven't seen you naked. Not to mention soaped you up in the shower." He ran his fingers seductively over Greg's torso. The tech shivered.
"It's... different, okay? Maybe later."
"Okay, I won't push it. You want to shower together now?" Nick winked.
"That I can do."
In the shower, Nick got behind Greg and started washing his lean body all over, slowly massaging the soap into every inch of his smooth body. Greg especially liked Nick shampooing his hair for some reason, he would moan and almost whimper when Nick massaged his scalp. Then they'd rub their bodies together, Nick stroking Greg's hard cock a little then leaving it alone. Nick pulled Greg back so Nick's cock was sliding along the soapy crack of his ass...
"Nicky, fuck me." Greg whispered.
"What, bare?"
"Hmmm."
"But Greg..."
"We're both tested, and I haven't had sex in... over a year. And no lab accidents in ages."
"Well, me either, but Greg..." As he said it, Nick felt Greg's hand on his cock, guiding his cock, which had suddenly become even harder, towards his soapy hole. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, man. I want you so bad. Ohhh!" Greg moaned as Nick, unable to control himself, thrust forward and sank his bare cock halfway into Greg's eager ass.
"Oh my god Greg, that's amazing." Nick whispered, his breath on Greg's neck. "Are you sure?" He gently wrapped his arms around the slippery lean tech.
"Yesss" Greg hissed.
Nick had to admit that this was really turning him on. He pushed Greg against the marble wall of the shower and thrust his thick curved cock up into Greg's ass. "You like that, Lab Rat?" Nick ran his fingers through Greg's soaking wet hair, his head pressed against the wall. He leaned in and kissed Greg's neck, resisting the urge to give him another hickey.
The tech gasped but spread his legs wider. "Yes sir! Fuck me mister big butch CSI! But please don't hurt me!"
Even Nick got that this was role-playing. "I'll do what I want with you, nerdy little lab-tech!" And he started to slowly long-stroke his cock in and out of Greg. Nick had to admit, this was like nothing he had ever felt. Not only was Greg's ass better and tighter than any pussy, bareback was so much better than with a rubber. He felt like he was going to cum real soon if he wasn't careful, and even if they were both negative for every test, shooting into this sweet guy he cared so much for seemed like asking for trouble. But damn his felt so amazing...
"God you are so big, please be gentle!" Greg moaned.
Nick reached around and felt Greg's cock, hard as steel. "You'll take it how I give it to you, little tech boy!" He started to fuck Greg a little faster, pushing his thick cock in as far as he could, feeling Greg's ass squeeze him at the base.
Then Greg whispered, "Cum in me Nicky, please."
"Greg, I don't..."
"Do it man, we're clean. I want to feel you inside me, I want us to be one."
Nick could not deny that cumming inside Greg bare was so hot it was making him even harder Ñ if that was even possible. He was about to protest but his body got ahead of him. He felt the orgasm coming and he instinctively grabbed Greg's slim hips, rammed his cock in the last few thrusts and unloaded his cum as deep as he could into his lover. He fell against Greg under the hot spray, both of them panting. "Oh shit, what did we just do?"
"We made love. Married straight couples have unprotected sex all the time. Nick, I love you. I hope you love me too.
"Of course I do, baby. I wouldn't have done that if I didn't love you... and trust you."
"Same here, my big hunk of love." Greg smirked. "Now, um, can we clean up?"