Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
Author: Elamae
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: FRAO overall
Category: Slash, angst, H/C
Status: Finished
Archive: Yes
Feedback: Please, always appreciated.
Email: elamae1@y...
Authors Web Site: www.geocities.com/elamae1 (beware - very much under
construction)
Series/Sequel: 14 parts in all. No sequel planned, but if I get
inspired you never know...
Disclaimers: I don't own or have anything to do with CSI. This story
is purely a work of my own imagination and done profit free.
Authors Notes: My first fic in this fandom so I apologise for any
discrepancies, please let me know about any mistakes in character or
canon history. There may also be mistakes in the timeline of the
story. It's taken me quite a while to finish it so I forget what
I've had happening when.
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Summary: During one of their current cases, the CSI's find out
something about Greg's past. (sorry suck at summaries...)
Warnings: This story does deal with male rape. If that is going to
squick you out in any way please don't read. However there's nothing
really graphic, just some description.
Warrick stood and watched; amazed, shocked, his mind spinning. "Are
you guys okay?" he asked at last, his voice quiet.
Nick nodded, but didn't let go of Greg.
"Look, I'm sorry, man. If I'd known, I'd never have brought them
over."
Greg looked up at Warrick, seeing the genuine concern on his
face. "Are *you* okay with this?"
Warrick took a breath. "If anyone had asked me, did I think Nick
Stokes and Greg Sanders were doing it with each other, I'd have
scoffed in their faces. I can't tell you I'm not very surprised and
very shocked but...I'm not gonna judge you man. If you two have
found something with each other then, hey, good luck to you."
Greg smiled, the relief evident on his face. "Thanks man. That
means a lot; really."
"Yeah, thanks." Nick added, his eyes catching Warrick's warmly.
"I'm not saying it's not going to take a while to get used to it, cos
it will." Warrick raised his eyebrows in emphasis. "*Totally* out of
the left field." He let out a breath. "Does anyone else at work
know?"
"Just Sara."
"And Catherine." Nick added. "Sara caught us holding hands, but she
and Catherine had suspected. Women's intuition apparently." He
shrugged.
"Yeah. I get that."
"So," Nick said carefully," you haven't heard any rumours going round
at work?"
Warrick frowned. "I'd heard something. But to be honest I've been so
caught up in that triple homicide recently that I haven't really been
paying any attention to much else. World War three could have
started and I probably wouldn't have noticed. That was about you
then?"
"Apparently."
"Well, I don't think you're going to have to worry about rumours
now. When James gets back to work, you can bet it's going to be
through the department within hours."
"Yeah." Nick sighed heavily, closing his eyes. Greg raised his hand
to cup his jaw, thumb smoothing gently.
Warrick, watching this intimate gesture suddenly felt awkward, like
an intruder. "Look guys, I'm going to leave you alone."
"Sorry we spoiled your night." Greg turned to Warrick, who just shook
his head.
"No problem. Now I've had my eyes opened to what a pair of
prejudiced bastards those two really are you're probably *saved* my
night. I'll see you at work tomorrow, right?"
Nick and Greg nodded. "It'll be nice to know there's another friend
who knows and supports us," Nick said.
"I think," he said, pausing to cock his head to the side, " you may
be surprised to find out how many there will be." He raised his hand
in a goodbye gesture. "I'll see myself out."
Once alone, Nick wrapped his arms around Greg again, feeling him do
the same. After a few moments Nick felt Greg start to shake.
Fearing the worst, he pulled back to look at Greg's face and was
startled to find him laughing softly. He looked puzzled at Greg for
a few moments smiling gently at the amusement plastered across his
face whilst patiently waiting.
Greg eventually composed himself. "Sorry, but all that 'do we don't
we, what should we do'. It's academic now." He chuckled. "Ten
minutes later and we're out to the whole department anyway."
Nick smiled and then chuckled himself. "Bizarre huh?"
"Oh yeah!"
"No going back now."
"Would you?" Greg asked, voice suddenly serious.
"No," Nick answered without hesitation. He leant over and brushed a
gentle kiss on Greg's mouth. "I know I had my doubts about telling
other people, but don't ever doubt I wouldn't stand by you or us.
Don't ever doubt the way I feel about you. I'm not ashamed of who or
what we are." He leaned in close again, nuzzling Greg's mouth and
cheek softly. He pulled back again, Greg frowning at the serious
look on his face. "This may be horrendously early or horrendous
timing, but...I think I'm in love with you."
There was silence for a long moment. A moment in which Nick thought
with a sinking heart that he had ruined it all. Until he watched a
stunned, then elated expression creep across Greg's face.
"Oh God," Greg whispered softly before leaning in to kiss Nick
deeply. Nick felt Greg press his whole body against him hard, his
tongue slipping in to catch his in an erotic dance. After a moment
or two Greg pulled back slightly, to nuzzle, nip and worry Nick's
bottom lip before delving back into his mouth with fervour.
Nick slid his hands around Greg's bare back until his reached the
waistband of his jeans, slipping lower to cup the firm buttocks
through the denim material. Greg whimpered into his mouth, bringing
a hand up to stroke across Nick's pectorals.
He pulled back then to stare into Nick's eyes, his breathing more
laboured. "I love you," he whispered. Swallowing, he added, "I
think I have for a while now."
Nick gazed back at him, a short laugh of relief passing his lips, his
face full of emotion, before reaching a hand round the back of Greg's
head to pull him into another soul searching kiss. One that left
them both gasping for breath. The relief that Nick felt was
astounding. All the fears surrounding his feelings for Greg had been
swept away with those three little words from Greg's lips. The
thought of facing people at work tomorrow seemed so much less scary
now, he mused. He smiled, seeing Greg echo it with one of his
own. "What say we carry on with our plan for the evening? " he
asked, resting his arms around Greg's lean waist.
"What? Sex, food, movie, sex, dessert and more sex?" Greg recited.
"Yeah, I seem to remember it going something like that," Nick
smirked.
"You're on. From my reckoning, we should be up to the main food part
by now."
"Uh huh."
"What do you have planned?"
"Me?"
"Yeah. Your place." Greg reasoned.
"Huh. Pizza?" Nick asked hopefully.
"Sounds okay."
"Okay then."
"You know numbers?"
"You know a night shift CSI that doesn't?"
"Good point." Greg pulled back with a grin. "I'll go sort out the
movies." He bent down for his discarded T-shirt and started to pull
it on.
"Don't."
Greg stopped, looking back in confusion.
"Don't put anything more on. I...like you like that," he finished
awkwardly. "You look...good."
Greg smiled, throwing down the T-shirt. "Okay." He grinned. "Only
if you leave yours off as well."
Nick smirked. "Deal".
Part 12
Walking into the CSI building the next night felt like walking into
the mouth of doom. But amazingly they made it to the locker room
without meeting anyone except the receptionist.
"What? Do we wait and face them together or go it alone and take what
comes?" Greg was trying not to let his nerves show. Although he had
been the one suggesting to Nick that they should tell everyone about
them, the reality of people *actually* knowing was still fairly
terrifying.
Nick let out a breath. "I don't know," he shrugged. "Depends on who
we met and when. We can't stick round each other the whole day.
Also depends on how quick James was in spreading the good news."
Greg pulled a face, digging his lab coat out of his locker. He
turned towards the door and took one step before pausing and
hesitantly turning towards Nick. Nick, sensing that Greg really
didn't want to head out on his own, hurried and caught up.
As they headed towards the break room for the first coffee to start
the night, the first person they passed was Paul, a tech from day
shift. As they passed he met their eyes, gaze flickering from one to
the other. A grin, that wavered between embarrassed and snide, hung
around his mouth.
"Greg. Nick." He said in greeting.
"Paul."
Greg looked over his shoulder after they'd passed, to see Paul
looking back with an open smirk on his face. He took a deep breath
and glancing at Nick, followed him into the break room.
Inside, Warrick was already sat at the table, flicking through the
day's paper, while Sara was rummaging through the fridge.
"Hey," Nick greeted before grabbing his mug from the cupboard.
"Oh, hey guys." Sara turned round and flashed them a quick smile.
Coffee one hand, she leant back against the counter, her grim
expression telling them everything.
"How far has it spread?" Nick asked quietly. Greg sat down next to
Warrick, his head sinking into his hands.
"It was impressive. It was through the entire day shift within the
first hour apparently. I saw Heidi from the print lab when I came in
earlier. You knew they weren't going to keep it quiet though."
"Yeah, we knew." Nick sighed heavily. "Done us a favour though. "
He threw a bright smile at Greg who grinned back ruefully. "Saved us
the job of telling people."
"Were you thinking about telling people?" Sara asked seriously.
"Soon; maybe. We had talked about it. Not this early though."
"What are people saying?" Greg asked. He watched Sara throw a look
at Warrick before answering.
"Well, I have to say most people aren't actually all that bothered.
People are naturally surprised, some are a little shocked, but for
the most, that's about it. They're naturally interested, you know
what people are like with gossip, but since it's actually fact now,
the only thing people are speculating on is how it happened."
"How...?"
"How you got together. How two seemingly 'straight' men suddenly
fall into each other's arms and beds. People are naturally curious."
"Great." Nick regarded his coffee with distaste.
"And speculating."
"Speculating?" Greg looked uneasy.
"Yeah."
"Hey guys." All heads turned to see Catherine walk in. They all
nodded a greeting.
"Hey, why all the long faces?"
"You haven't heard?" Nick looked surprised.
"Heard what? Just got in a few minutes ago. Lindsay was running
late." She made a determined bee line over to the coffee pot; a
woman with a mission.
"Um, about Greg and I."
Catherine frowned, turning to regard them both. "You and Greg. I
thought..." Her eyes flicked to Sara, a question on her face before
looking to Warrick, who just smiled and nodded. "Warrick knows?"
Warrick nodded. "And so does the whole department now. Thanks to
James and Chris."
"From day shift? How'd they know?" She looked confused.
"That would be my fault." Warrick continued. "I went round Nick's
last night, with the intention of dragging him out for a drink with
friends."
"And he already *had* company," she finished for him. "Great.
Couldn't you have just lied and said you were both just, I dunno,
watching the game or something?" She sat down, mug in hand.
Nick chuckled, blushing slightly. "Not exactly. Greg was shirtless
and in my bedroom at the time." Greg, though silent, also turned a
slight shade of red at that point.
Catherine looked at them both and then Warrick before allowing the
smile to cross her face. "Way to come out of the closet guys."
"Tell us about it." Greg sighed.
"What's the general consensus?" She looked at Sara.
"Good; mostly." Sara shrugged. "Could be worse."
"Greg, Nick, can I see you my office, please?" All heads turned at
the sound of Grissom's voice as he passed by the room, before
carrying onto his office. They looked back at Nick and Greg who both
had lost the blush and now looked slightly pale.
"I think it may have just got worse," Warrick intoned.
"You're both quite the story around here tonight." Grissom was sat
at his desk regarding an open file in front of him and seemingly
visually ignoring the two men sat nervously in front of him. After a
moment he looked up and met their eyes. "Is it true?"
Nick coughed to clear his throat gently. "Yes. Yes it is." He met
Grissom's eyes evenly.
Grissom's gaze flickered to Greg's, taking in the nervous yet defiant
look on the young man's face. He nodded slowly. "How long?
"Three months."
They watched as he did the maths, his eyebrows raising after a moment.
"That long?"
They nodded. "After my case was reopened." Greg confirmed for him,
taking the bull by the horns.
Grissom nodded again. "I never realised...either of you
were...gay?" he said the last word with a question.
"Bi," Greg corrected, to which Grissom just nodded again, in
acquiescence, a small smile beginning to grace his lips before he
went professional again. "Is this going to affect your work?
Working in the same environment, same department?"
"No," they both answered together.
"It hasn't so far and we've been together over three months. Nobody
knew til today, til..."
"No they didn't and no it hasn't." Grissom smiled again gently. "If
anything, I think you've both been more efficient; dare I say,
energised."
Greg grinned, looking embarrassed at the same time. Nick just cleared
his throat again, looking uncomfortable.
"What you do on your own time is up to you. I have nothing against
two of my team being involved, as long as it doesn't effect the
work. As soon as it does, it *becomes* my problem. Understand?"
Both nodded again.
His tone lowered then. "Be careful. If what I've heard so far is
anything to go by, you are the hot topic of the moment right now.
How long that will last is anyone's guess but whilst you are, it
would pay to be as discreet as possible. People will gossip, it's
human nature, we've seen enough evidence of that on the job. But
just remember that the minute *anything* starts to affect *any*
members of my team, it becomes my business." He paused to look at
them meaningfully. "And that means *any* problems you have.
Understand? The department doesn't like anything that could be
misconstrued as harassment."
"Yes." Nick replied, understanding what Grissom was telling them.
Greg nodded, looking at Grissom with something akin to burgeoning awe
creeping across his face. The offer of acceptance *and* support from
Grissom was something he could only have hoped for and he accepted
with gratitude and reverence. Grissom understood and had in his own
way given them his blessing. From the person he had begun to see as
a kind of father figure it was the best response he could have got.
He felt an overwhelming urge to leap up and hug Grissom, but settled
for gripping Nick's hand under the cover of the table.
"So it is true?"
Nick turned and looked into the sneering face of Conrad Ecklie. He
sighed, mentally preparing himself. His face settling into an
expression of stone.
"You and Sanders." He chuckled snippily. "You know, I never would
have guessed. You and Sanders, well, you seemed so normal." He eyed
Nick suspiciously. "Also seems rather sudden," he continued, "I
mean, so soon after Greg's...case."
Nick frowned then. "Case?" He couldn't know, could he? Sure he's
the other shift supervisor, so I suppose he might have had to be
informed....
"Yeah. Greg's past coming back to bite him in the ass. Surely *you*
were aware of that."
"Of course I was." Nick's voice was low. "But I hasten to remind you
that not everybody is. It's not public knowledge, so we'd be
grateful if you could use your discretion."
Ecklie's eyes narrowed. "Are you insinuating I would break case
confidentiality?"
"You just did. You assumed *I* knew." Nick stared back.
Ecklie glared, eyes flickering between he and somewhere behind him to
the left where he knew the DNA lab was. He could only hope that Greg
was not watching this little confrontation. Without saying more
Ecklie turned and stalked off, leaving Nick angry and depressed.
But, he reminded himself, that was the same after nearly all run-ins
with Ecklie. Glancing behind him to the DNA lab he was relieved to
see that the window was empty.
"Hey, Greg. How you doing?"
Greg turned to see Sara smiling at him from the doorway.
"What have you heard now?" He turned away, back to his work.
Sara raised her eyebrows in mock astonishment. "What? Can't one
friend come and see another without it being for any other reason
than to say hi?"
Greg just looked at her.
She threw up her hands and sat on the stool by his desk. "Oh, okay."
She sighed. "Paul and Rod from security were having a little
discussion in the back garage."
"They were laughing." Greg said, his tone flat.
Sara paused, a denial on her lips, but then just nodded. "Yeah."
Greg sighed.
"It will get better."
"I thought you said most people didn't seem to care?"
Sara shifted. "They don't really. It's just gossip isn't it and it
will ease off. Soon, there be someone else who'll be in the
limelight and you and Nick'll be last week's news."
Greg scribbled a few more notes. A silence ensuing. "Are you
waiting for something else?" He looked sideways at her suspiciously.
"I was kinda hoping my car jacking sample was done..." she trailed
off frowning when Greg just shrugged apologetically. "Well," she
continued a bright smile lighting her face, "in that case I also came
down to invite you and Nick out tonight. Warrick and I decided it
has been too long since the night shift partied." She grinned
enthusiastically.
Greg looked sideways at her, an interested expression crossing his
face. "Who when and where?"
"So far we've managed to hook Warrick, myself, Catherine, Grissom,
Al, Archie, Sandy..."
"Wait...You've got Grissom? Grissom's coming out with us?" Greg's
eyes grew wide.
Sara just smiled; smugly.
"The when is tomorrow night and the where is, first off Beckerely's,
then onto Phoebe's."
"A night-club?" Greg's eyebrows raised again.
"Yeah."
"Gay friendly at that."
Sara grinned. "Thought it would be appropriate."
"And appreciated," Greg nodded, then paused. "You got Grissom to
agree to go to a gay friendly night club." He looked amused. "I'll
ask Nick."
"Good." Sara stood. "See you later then?"
Greg nodded, turning back to his work.
"We'll hunt you down," she threw the warning over her shoulder as she
walked out.
Greg just chuckled as he slapped another set of results into his out
tray.
The music reverberated through the air and their bodies. The
atmosphere was smoky and the room dark. Dimly lit lights illuminated
various sections of the club keeping everything feeling both intimate
but also separate at the same time.
Catherine sipped her vodka, leant up against the bar, her eyes
casually perusing the crowd around her. Warrick and Sara were a
couple of bodies down from her, heads close, laughing over
something. Grissom had just left her to disappear into the men's
bathroom and the last she'd seen of Nick and Greg, they'd been
heading out onto the dance floor.
She cast her eyes about, scanning the moving forms, until she spotted
the familiar figures. Greg, dressed in surprisingly low key black
pants and a sleeveless back tee, was draped around Nick, arms round
his waist, head resting on his shoulder. Nick, also in black pants
but teamed with a charcoal button up shirt, had his arms similarly
draped around Greg. There wasn't an inch of space between them, she
thought to herself smiling. As she watched, she saw Greg nuzzle his
face against Nick's neck, his arms tightening momentarily before
leaning up to capture the other man's lips in a slow but deep kiss.
"Hot isn't it?"
Catherine turned to see Sara stood beside her, her eyes glued to the
couple.
"Um, yeah. It is." Catherine replied, feeling the heat rise in her
cheeks.
Sara smiled as the two men lost themselves in a heated embrace. "I
never realised til tonight, just how much of a....turn on it is to
watch two men. Together." She took a sip of her drink.
"It's intriguing," Catherine managed after a moment, beginning to
realise what Sara meant, as she watched the scene in front of her.
"Hot, sexy and...kinda sweet. Cos it's them, you know?" Sara added
with a grin.
"Yeah." Catherine replied, sharing the smile.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Nick asked softly, hands caressing
Greg's waist gently. "This is your choice."
"Yes." He looked up at Nick's eyes, his own bright with unmistakable
desire. "This *is* my choice." He nuzzled his face against Nick's,
fingers with the waistband of Nick's jeans, slipping in-between
gently. "God, Nick. I want you, want this so much." He took a
breath, inhaling the other man's scent. "So much," he whispered.
"I want you to be sure. I don't want to hurt you." Nick knew what
Greg was asking. They had done everything physically but that one
last intimate act. Nothing they had done so far had caused them any
problems, but Nick was desperate not to do anything to hurt Greg. In
any way.
"You won't. I want this. God, I need this. Need you." Greg caught
Nick's lips in a deep kiss, telling him with his body what his voice
was already. He poured everything into that kiss; desire, love,
passion. Feeling Nick respond almost immediately he pressed himself
tight against his body, allowing his hands to wander.
Aware that they were still in a public place they tried to temper
their behaviour but it was hard. Still swaying lightly together,
their hips were pressed tightly together allowing their erections to
brush against each other.
"Come back to mine," Nick whispered.
Greg nodded, eyes still closed, drinking in the feel of Nick's arms
around him.
Letting go slowly, Nick let his hands drift down to Greg's, holding
it tightly. he smiled, leading them both off the dance floor and
towards the door.
Catherine nudged Sara with her elbow, nodding her head in the
direction of the disappearing couple.
"Oh no, they can't escape now." She made a move to head after them.
"No," Catherine caught her arm. "Oh, I think they can." She gave
her a meaningful look, which after a moment Sara returned,
understanding. She smiled wickedly.
"Oh, to be a fly on the wall."
Both woman sighed.
Nick and Greg barely made it through the front door.
Arms wrapped around each other, mouths pressed tightly together.
Nick kicked the door closed behind him with a foot just before Greg
pushed him up against it. Feeling the urgency thrumming through
Greg's body Nick returned the frantic kiss. Bracing his hands
against Greg's shoulders he quickly reversed their position.
The kiss was deep and intense, fire licking at both of them. Neither
man could seem to get enough of the other man or get close enough.
Clothes were pulled, ripped and them torn from bodies in a frenzied
passion.
Nick slid down Greg's body, pulling the remains of his T-shirt off as
he went. Fumbling fingers, shaking with adrenaline and passion
opened the fastening to Greg's trousers, pushing the material out of
the way with no preamble. Grasping Greg's hard cock in his hand he
lowered his head and took the organ into his mouth, sliding his mouth
down the length as far as he could.
Greg let out a low moan, his head falling back against the door with
a small thud. Nick sucked and laved the head, his whole mouth
working intently. Sliding one hand up he cupped Greg's balls,
squeezing gently before smoothing his thumb over the smooth skin
behind.
Greg emitted a continuous stream of moans, the muscles in his thighs
twitching as Nick devoured him. "Oh God," Greg muttered, eyes
squeezed tightly shut. There was no way either if them was going to
last long, not as excited as they both were.
With a deep body shudder and a small whimper, Greg came. Nick
swallowed quickly, wanting to take all of Greg, to finally taste
him. Sliding a hand up Greg's side he supported the other man as he
his body slumped, sliding down the wall into Nick's arms. Breathing
heavily, Greg leant his face cheek to cheek with Nick before shifting
to catch Nick's mouth.
The kiss was slightly slower but no less intense. Hot, wet, Nick
lost himself in the warmth of Greg's mouth. He felt Greg's hands
wriggle round to struggle with his own pants and reaching down he
helped to unbutton the fastenings, gasping when Greg's fingers made
contact with his heated flesh, already very aroused from touching
Greg. Greg's hand was firm on him, but gentle, pushing his pants out
of the way. When Greg's mouth closed around the head of his cock, he
moaned, eyes closing in reflex.
Greg's hands were caressing Nick's thighs, his hips, anywhere he
could reach bare skin. Skimming below, between his legs he brushed
against Nick's sacs, his tongue dipping in to tease the slit at the
head of his cock at the same time.
"Oh God, Greg," Nick gasped.
Shifting slightly, Greg took more of Nick into his mouth, relaxing
his jaw and throat. Nick let out a shaky breath, feeling his toes
curl. "Jesus, Greg," he whimpered, breathing through his nose.
As his climax rippled through him, Nick threw his head back to bang
against the door. He glanced down and felt himself dissolve even
more at the sight of Greg nestled at his groin.
Greg held on, swallowing all Nick had to give, his one hand stroking
Nick's thigh still. Pulling back, he looked up to meet Nick's eyes
before almost collapsing onto Nick's front, feeling Nick's arms
coming up weakly to hold him. He felt the rumble of Nick's chuckle
from deep inside the chest he was leaning against.
"We didn't even make it out of the hallway."
"Yet," Greg answered with a satisfied grin.
Nick chuckled again before looking down to his groin where his pants
were still open. Grimacing at the stickiness, he curled his hand
round to where Greg's own pants were also still flying open. "How
does a shower sound?"
Greg looked up hopefully. "Like heaven. Share?"
"Oh yeah." Nick drawled.
tbc. part 13