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Chapter 4: Lesson Learned (Part 2)
Rating: FRAO
It was about 6:30 a.m. when he decided that he'd had enough of
ceiling-watching and he wanted to move. He got up and groaned as the
muscles in his back protested the movement. He walked into the
bathroom and turned on the shower. He set the water higher than he
normally preferred and stripped, getting inside and shutting the
shower door behind him. At first, the hot water irritated his skin
and he wanted to smack himself for setting the water so high, but
then he slowly adjusted to the heat. He grabbed a washcloth and a bar
of soap and used the bar of soap to lather up the washcloth. He began
to wash himself.
He started on his chest and then moved down to his arms, and then
moved back up to his neck and abdomen. He scrubbed his feet and legs
and continued up to wash his rear end. He held the washcloth between
his knees and reached over to get the shampoo. He squirted some onto
his hand and put the bottle back. He quickly lathered up his hair and
then rinsed out the suds. He sloshed water over his face and rubbed
his face a little. He reached down and got the washcloth from between
his knees. He looked down at himself.
He'd been trying to avoid washing himself there. He didn't want to
touch himself and remember the previous night. The Canary had been
down there. He had been�
Nick turned his head away as the image of the other man kneeling
between his thighs flashed through his mind. He shuddered. He could
do this. He wouldn't let some other man control his life after
meeting him just one time. He quickly ran the washcloth over himself.
Shit. He stared down at himself once again. He was getting hard.
He sighed and took himself in his hand and began to stroke up and
down. He began to think about every woman that he'd ever had a
relationship with. Their breasts, their thighs wrapped around him,
their soft moans, and their hot, moist insides. His mouth opened in
an `o' of pleasure and he spent his essence down the shower drain. He
nearly cried with relief. He could still come when he was thinking
about women. He'd thought for sure, that after last night, he
wouldn't be able to. He wasn't becoming like he once was. He didn't
ever want to be like *that* again.
He rested his head on the shower tile and let the water run over him
until it ran cold.
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Greg, on the other hand, had gotten the best night of sleep he'd had
in weeks. He knew that it was all thanks to Nick. Not that the other
man cared to notice, but he wasn't the only one that had cum last
night. The feel of the other man in his mouth, the taste of him, and
the sound of the moans coming from above him had brought him off as
well. He had been rubbing himself through his pants the whole time,
which helped, but he had never cum by just rubbing himself outside of
his clothes like that before.
He would have taken things further, just because he could, but he
could already tell that Nick had some issues with being sucked off by
him. The man had looked like he was about fly off the couch last
night, and Greg knew that it wasn't purely from pleasure.
Greg sighed and sat up in his bed. He put his face in his hands and
rubbed away the sleep. He couldn't remember the last time he had
woken up thinking about one of his conquests. Was that what Nick
really was? They hadn't had sex. Yeah, he'd given Nick a blowjob, but
did that really count for anything, these days? Greg didn't know,
anymore. One night, and already the man was getting to him. He knew
next to nothing about Nick. Only what he'd managed to dig up before
he came to the diner.
Name: Nicolas Stokes. Parents: William and Jillian Stokes. Siblings:
Six siblings; One older brother, five older sisters. More names than
Greg cared to remember. There was nothing about what Nick did on the
weekends, who he hung out with, or past lovers in the CSI database.
At least, nothing that would be available to the public, and since
those fateful events four years ago, he was now the 'public'.
He hated to remember his days as a CSI in training, but memories
reappeared everyday, as if taunting him. He hated how he had failed
every test., every trail. For the first time in his life, there was a
dead end down the path to his future. He was so disappointed that he
hadn't made it. Sara, who had been a fellow trainee, had passed with
flying colors. She had tried to console him, saying that he could try
again, but her words meant nothing to him. Her future was secure. She
had passed. He had failed *three* times. She got to have Grissom as
her supervisor. Him, he could never get as close to Grissom, no
matter how hard he tried. He doubted that making the team would have
changed the older man's opinion of him, but he had to try. Grissom
was the last thing holding him together. He gave Greg jobs to do.
Some were seedier than others, but at least he didn't have to crawl
home to his parents. Not after they had disowned him when they found
out he was gay.
Grissom�Greg sighed again, just thinking about the other man.
He shook his head and got out of bed. He was going to take a shower
and call Grissom. After that�things would just have to run their
course. He took a shower and dressed in a pair of boxers. He walked
into the kitchen, still toweling his hair dry and started to make
some coffee. While the coffee maker started doing it's thing, he went
picked up the phone. He dialed Grissom's number.
/Grissom./ Grissom picked up on the second ring.
"Hey, Griss, it's me. I`m just calling to check in." He leaned again
the counter and watched a weak trickle of brown liquid fall into the
carafe, stop, and then the machine started to gurgle and hiss up a
storm. The machine was old, but he liked it.
/Yes? And? I don't have time for you to draw things out. Just tell me
what you want to tell me, so I can get back to work,/ Grissom said,
impatiently.
Greg rolled his eyes. "You can`t let me be coy just a *little* bit?"
Grissom snorted. /You don't have an ounce of coy in your body,/ he
said.
"Yeah, well, I can always act like it, can`t I? No one has to know
but you and me," Greg said, conspiratorially.
/Greg, get on with it./
"Alright, fine. I brought Nick over, I gave him some new threads. I
drove him home and I went to bed. You fill in the rest."
/Did you sleep with him?/ Grissom asked.
"No, Mr. Blunt and to the Point, I didn`t." He sighed. 'Not yet,
anyway,' He thought to himself. "Fuck! Where did you get that guy?
You couldn`t have gotten me someone who was at least gay? At least, I
don`t think he is�.he could just be in some serious denial, which is
even worse. I couldn`t even touch him without him tensing up, much
less do anything as invasive as sex."
Grissom sighed. /I know that he's a bit skittish about the whole sex
thing, but you have to do it-/
"I *know*, I-"
/Because, if you have to perform in the club, which I suspect you
will, he can't go freezing up on you,/ Grissom finished.
Greg rubbed his hand over his face. He looked over at the coffee
maker. It was done. He reached into the cabinet and got a mug. He
filled it up with coffee. He took a sip. "Okay," he finally
said. "I`ll do it tonight, before we have to go to the club. I want
you to call him, though. I suspect that if I call him, he`ll know
what`s up. I don`t want him even more stressed out than he has to be."
/That is a good idea. I'll tell him to come over to your place./
"Okay." He started to take another sip of coffee.
/Oh, and Greg�/
"Yeah?"
/I think that he'll be there,/ Grissom said.
Greg frowned. "He who? What are you talking�." It suddenly came to
him. "No! No fucking way," He yelled into the phone. "Are you sure?"
/I'm almost positive./
Greg was quiet for a long time. He started to shake. "I want out.
There`s no fucking way that I`m doing this with him there. I can`t. I
won`t."
/Greg, you're just going to have to get over it for right now-/
Grissom started.
"Don`t you fucking tell me to get over it! Let him do to you what he
did to me and try to say that again." Greg yelled.
Grissom ground his teeth together. /Okay. That was the wrong choice
of words./
"No *shit*, Sherlock!"
Grissom suspected that he was really going to need some dental work
after this call. /Don't be like that, Greg. I need you on this one.
I'm counting on you. Don't make me beg./
"Why shouldn`t I?" Greg asked.
/Are you still going to do it, or not?/ Grissom asked.
Greg slammed down his coffee, not caring that the hot liquid splashed
out onto his hand. He ignored the burning. "You`d better pay me so
fucking much for this one, Griss. I mean it. *Shit loads!*" He hung
up the phone and threw it across the kitchen. He put his head in his
hands. He drew in a shuddering breath. Images from one night so long
ago flashed through his mind. The pain, the sweat, the tears�and the
blood.
He rushed over to the sink and dry-heaved. He stepped back and put
his hands on the counter. He put them close together and rested his
head on them. He took in a slow breath and exhaled. His stomach
seemed to settle itself. He stood back up and turned on the faucet,
splashing water on his face. He turned the faucet back off. He looked
at the clock on the microwave. It read 10:34 a.m.
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Nick held the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip. He glanced
over at the clock in his dashboard. It read 7:53 p.m. He sighed and
put his foot down on the accelerator just a little bit more. He was
due at Greg's house at eight, but he wasn't in much of a rush to get
there. After a heated argument with Grissom over the phone about
Greg's little lesson in clubbing etiquette, he had reluctantly agreed
to come back to the other man`s house. Grissom had been very
persuasive.
Two minutes before eight, Nick pulled up in front of the other man's
house. He parked across the street and had to walk the rest of the
way to the doorstep. He looked at the door for a long time, his hand
poised to knock, but it never did.
The door swung open to reveal Greg standing in the doorway, clad in
only a pair of tight, faded gray jeans, resting dangerously low on
his hips.
"Exactly how long are you planning to stand there, admiring my door?"
He asked, looking at Nick.
Nick's hand dropped down to his side. He looked into Greg's eyes. At
that moment, seeing Greg half naked, everything that had happened the
other night chose to flash through his mind. He groaned and looked
away, biting his lip, the images too much for him.
"Oh, fuck this." He heard a moment before he was grabbed by the front
of his jacket and pulled into the house.
Greg took one look at the man, heard him groan, and he knew what he
was thinking. Maybe Nick wasn't as straight at he'd thought. Now
wasn't the time to be asking himself that question, though. He pulled
a stunned Nick into his house by the front of his jacket and kicked
the door closed behind him. He pushed Nick back into the door.
Nick looked up into Greg's eyes. 'Shit, he's actually taller than me.
I hadn't noticed that before.' He thought. "What are you doing?" He
asked out loud.
"Something I should have done last night, but I didn`t want to scare
you away," Greg said, huskily.
Nick would have laughed had he been in any other situation. "And this
supposed to be scary, grabbing my by the front of my jacket, throwing
me up against the door? How very caveman of you." This was not the
time to try be funny, but he didn't know what else to do. He was
stalling for time from what he knew was inevitable, but his body just
wouldn't seem cooperate, to move. Did he even want it to? Greg felt
so good against his body. 'No! Fuck, no! I am not thinking about how
good another man's body feels against mine!'
Greg laughed. "So, you have a sense of humor. Too bad we won`t be
having much use for it until later tonight." He leaned in and kissed
Nick. His hands were already busy divesting Nick of his jacket. He
pulled away and lifted Nick's shirt over his head. He took a split
second to take in Nick's clenched eyes, harsh breathing, and arms
pinned down to his sides before kissing him again. He ran his hands
down Nick's arms and came down to his clenched fist. He pried them
apart and placed them on his waist.
At the feeling of Greg's chest against his own, his own hands on
Greg's slender waist, he abandoned all reasons not to, and opened his
mouth to accept the kiss. He crushed the other man to him.
Greg grunted a little. Nick was holding him too tightly, but he was
exactly where he wanted to be and he wasn't going to stop Nick from
doing anything that he wanted. He wrapped his arms around the other
man and allowed his mouth to be plundered.
He started to pull Nick towards his bedroom and, thankfully, the
other man allowed himself to be led there. When the back of his legs
bumps against his bed, he let himself fall back, bringing Nick along
with him. He started to run his arms along the other man's back,
enjoying the feel of solid, well defined muscles underneath his
fingertips. He ground himself into Nick, and Nick was doing the same,
but it just wasn't enough. It made his hunger even worse for the
other man. He pulled away.
"Lay down near the head of the bed," he said.
"What?" Nick's pupils were dilated to where they were almost black.
He looked confused, like he didn't understand what Greg was saying to
him.
"I said `lay down near the head of the bed,'" Greg repeated.
Nick nodded dumbly and slid off of Greg and laid on his back at the
head of the bed.
Greg stood up and walked around the bed. He walked over to the
nightstand and pulled out a tube.
Nick's eyes widened. He knew very well what was inside.
Greg saw his look and smiled. "Oh, so you already know what lube is,
huh? I guess that you would have known what it was, regardless, since
it`s not just a gay thing." He tossed it down onto the bed. He peeled
off his pants in one smooth motion. His boxers and long ago been
ditched. He only wore them around the house when he didn't feel like
getting dressed. He stood there and allowed Nick to ogle him for a
moment. He wasn't shy or modest in the least.
Nick swallowed when he got an eyeful of Greg. His eyes landed on
Greg's cock. The man was well endowed, more so than Nick would have
thought. When he would have thought of the size of Greg's cock, he
didn't know.
Greg knew what he was thinking. "Don`t worry. We`re not doing that,
tonight. You get the honor of being inside me. Lucky you."
Nick let out a sigh of relief.
"Or, should I say, lucky me? You`re *very* well endowed yourself, if
I remember correctly," Greg said. He decided to end the teasing and
got on the bed and straddled Nick's legs. He unbuckled his belt and
threw it off to the side. He then started to unbutton his pants. He
started to pull them down. "Lift your hips," he said.
Nick did so.
Greg removed his pants and then moved back up to remove his boxers.
He slid those off as well. He looked down at Nick's erection, lying
full and hard against his belly. He reached down and stroked it a few
times. Nick shuddered and moaned. Greg stopped. He could tell that
the other man was already teetering near the edge, and he didn't want
it to end too soon, at least not before he got his. He reached over
and picked up the lube. He covered two fingers in the slick
substance. He straddled Nick's hips before he lifted up and started
to prepare himself. The two finders slid in with a bit of resistance,
but he pushed past it until his fingers were fully sheathed. He
carefully started to scissor them inside of himself, careful to avoid
his prostate. Nick wasn't the only one that was close. By the time he
added a third finger, he was more than ready.
He removed his fingers and reached for the lube again. This time, he
put some into the palm of his hand and began to slick Nick's cock. He
threw the bottle to the floor and positioned Nick at his entrance.
Nick reached up to stop him. "Wait," he said, breathlessly. "What
about condoms?"
Greg looked at Nick. "I know for a fact that Grissom has everyone on
his team tested regularly," he said. "And I`m clean. I`m in the habit
of getting tested regularly, myself. I usually use condoms, too, but
you`re an exception." Greg hoped that Nick wouldn't ask him why he
was. He didn't really know, himself.
Nick nodded and rested his hands on Greg's hips.
Greg slowly started to lower himself down onto Nick's cock. He winced
a little when the head passed through his ring of muscle, but the
pain soon faded away to a slight burn. This kind of burn, he could
handle. He continued to lower himself down, pausing once or twice to
give himself a little time to adjust, until Nick`s cock was balls
deep inside of him.
Nick groaned and gave Greg's hips a little squeeze. He was so tight.
Tighter than anyone he'd ever been with. It was taking all he had not
cum right then.
Greg leaned forward and took Nick's chin in his hand, the other,
planted on the pillow next to Nick's head. "Hey, don`t cum right now.
Try and hold it. In the club, you`re judged by your `performance`.
You cum too quickly, and we`ll lose some privileges. They`ll think
you`re a rookie, a fake. Do you want that?" He asked.
"No." Nick shook his head.
"Okay, then." Greg placed both of his hands on Nick's chest and
slowly lifted up and then lowered himself back down. He began riding
Nick a little faster each time Nick`s cock brushed past his prostate,
clenching his inner muscles every time he lifted himself. He threw
his head back and moaned, wantonly.
Nick couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was having sex
with a *man*, and it felt so right, better than anything he'd ever
forced himself to do. He planted his feet flat down on the bed and
began meeting Greg's downward thrusts with upward thrusts of his own.
Greg screamed when Nick's cock started banging into his sweet spot
even harder than before. It felt so good, and he wished that he could
touch himself, but he knew that arm candy wasn't allowed to touch
themselves without their sugar daddy's permission in the club. His
nails dug into Nick`s pecs. Nick didn`t notice. "Nick� -mmm- Nick,
please, -oh- I need you to tell me that I can touch myself! I`m not -
uhn- allowed -heh- to do it�without your permission! Fuck!"
It took a moment for Greg's words to penetrate Nick's fogged,
pleasure-filled mind. "I give�.you can touch yourself!" He managed to
ground out. He started thrusting harder, knowing that the other man
was probably not going to last once he started to stroke himself. He
was right.
Greg had only managed to stroke himself three times before his climax
hit him. He came all over his hand and Nick's stomach and chest. His
inner muscles clenched like a vice grip around Nick, milking his
orgasm from him soon after. Greg collapsed forward onto Nick's chest,
not even caring that he was getting sticky with his own cum. He whole
body rose and fell with each harsh breath Nick took, not to mention
his own. Nick held him and they just laid there for a moment to
collect themselves. Greg and Nick both sighed when Nick's spent cock
slipped out of him.
Greg rolled off of him and onto his back. He threw his arm across his
eyes. "I think you`re ready," he said after a while. "Just give me a
minute, and then we`ll get dressed and head to the club."
A/N: Oh. My. GOD! XD Can it be?! Is it *really*?! I think it is.
SMUT! I'm begging you guys' forgiveness for my super late update, so
I gave you guys a treat for putting up with me. Now, if only I could
get my cheeks from being so red�.n_n"!
