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Title: Falling Away with You
Author: 0creativity
Part: 1 of 9
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content and language, but does it really matter? I don't pay attention to ratings when I read stuff :p
Summary: Nick and Greg begin a life together and, you know, stuff may or may not happen. Starts off A/U, leads into the real CSI universe later on
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A/N: See my notes before the story.
Author's Notes:
Why yes, I am going to start this off with a nice little section of Author's Notes because there's some stuff I just feel like saying.
1) This is the exact opposite of what I intended to write, pretty much, and it is still a WIP although I have four chapters completed as of now.
2) Loosely based on a song by Aslyn called "Golden". You can google that to find the lyrics if you really care, but to be honest with you, this thing has expanded and changed in my brain so many times, I'm probably the only one who could notice the similarities and influences.
3) It starts off AU because some of my favorite past times include cutting corners and putting together jigsaw puzzles with hammers. Really, I just needed Greg and Nick to be about the same age and attend the same college. The current plan has it ending up in the normal CSI universe but even that might be slightly AU. So, if you don't care for AU, this isn't for you.
4) Big huge thanks and hugs go to saebuffyboy who listened to me complain about this and helped me with it. A lot. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
5) There's probably other stuff but I think that's enough for now.
Chapter One
“Greg? What the hell are you doing, man?”
Greg looks up at the sound of Nick’s poorly stifled laughter and grins. “Bowling, Nick. Duh.”
Greg’s standing at the edge of the lane, his legs spread wide. The ball is sitting on the floor in front of him and he bends over and gives it a little shove. Nick is standing behind him, rather enjoying the view. He doesn’t know about bowling balls, but he’s pretty damn sure he’s going to have a set of blue balls before the night is over. The ball slowly makes its way down the lane and Greg stays bent over. Finally, it bumps into the number one and number three pins. Nick watches, transfixed, as the number one pin goes one way and the number three pin goes the other way, creating a perfect domino effect. A strike. Greg was goofing around and he bowled a strike, which means-
“Ha! I beat you! That means you pay for the game, bud.” Greg is doing his victory dance now, which consists of a lot of jumping up and down and ass wiggling.
Nick is speechless and the smirk on Greg’s face annoys him. “That’s not... what the fuck?"
“Physics 101, Nick. Oh, and a beginning bowling course.” Greg has stopped dancing and has made his way to a chair, where he sits down and starts taking off his rented shoes. Nick is still staring at him, unable to believe that a biochemistry major has just beaten him at bowling. “But you weren’t... That was...”
Greg flashes his most dazzling grin. “Yes, Nick? That was what? Amazing? Incredible? The coolest thing you’ve ever seen?”
Nick yanks his shoes off and goes to put his bowling ball back on the rack. “That’s not how you bowl, Sanders.”
Greg tries his best to pout. “Does this mean no prize for the winner?”
“This means torture for the winner.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Greg cracks a wicked grin when Nick begins to blush.
Nick goes to return their shoes and pay for the game while Greg walks outside the Student Union. He sits down on the steps and stares blankly into space, waiting for his friend. Those two words sound insane, even to him. If someone would have told him a year ago that in his first year of college he’d become friends with a frat boy from Texas, he would have laughed in their face. But here they are, a laid-back surfer with a hint of punk and a “Good ol’ Boy” from the deep south, best friends.
“You okay, G?” Nick’s voice snaps Greg out of his reverie. “You’re looking kinda... serious.”
Greg stands up and playfully punches Nick on the shoulder. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking about whether or not I should wait up for you. I don’t usually hang out with losers. I got an image to maintain, ya know?”
“Are you kidding me? The only reason people even talk to you is because you hang out with me,” Nick teases.
Greg sticks his tongue out at Nick and flings an arm around his neck. “Nick, Nick, Nick. I hate to burst your bubble, but everyone knows I’m cooler.”
Nick shrugs Greg’s arm off and they walk in companionable silence. About halfway back to the dorms, Nick speaks up again.
“So I was thinking... Maybe we should be roommates next semester.”
Greg laughs. “What, you want to move in together? I thought we were just screwin’ around.”
“We are!” Defensive Nick has surfaced and suddenly his voice is low and dangerous. He sighs before continuing, his voice normal again. “But we’re friends too and we spend all our free time together. Plus, James has been driving me crazy and I don’t want to room with him again if I don’t have to.” Greg just nods, staring blankly at something beyond Nick. “So I figure it makes more sense for us to room together. We get along, plus there are... other... benefits.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Nick...”
Nick runs his fingers through his hair and stares at his feet. “Look, just forget I said anything, okay? If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. I just thought I’d put the idea out there.”
Greg sits down on a bench and lets his head fall back. He stares at the sky, trying to think of how he could best say what’s on his mind. He isn’t used to actually thinking about what he wants to say before he says it, but he learned a long time ago that with Nick, you have to be careful.
“Nick, I just... I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. This is just about having fun, right? We’re just two guys helping each other out when we’re down on our luck. You know there can’t ever be anything serious between us, don’t you?”
“Of course I know,” Nick snaps and Greg isn’t sure if Nick really knows that or not. “We can still be friends though, can’t we? I mean, it’s called a fuck buddy for a reason. And if we room together we don’t have to worry about anyone walking in or asking questions or anything.”
The conversation is getting too serious for Greg but he knows if he cracks a joke now, Nick probably won’t talk to him for weeks. “I just want to make sure you understand. I don’t want things to get out of control and someone ending up hurt, because then it isn’t fun anymore.”
“Greggo, no offense, but you don’t have to worry about me falling in love with you. I think I must be immune to this ‘Patented Sanders’ Charm’ you’re always talking about.”
Greg mocks outrage. “Nonsense! No one can resist the charm, my man. You’ll fall for it one of these days.”
Nick laughs and shakes his head. “You’re something else, man.” There is a short pause in the conversation as a group of sorority girls walk by and eye Nick appreciatively. “Room sign ups are in a week.” Serious Nick is back again and Greg can’t help but notice that he’s still staring at the girls. “Just think about it, okay?”
“I don’t have to think about it, Nick. I think it’s a great idea, as long as you understand...”
“I do.”
“Okay, so it’s settled. Now, I believe you said something about torturing the winner?”
There’s a mischievous glint in Nick’s eyes as he pulls Greg to his feet. “We’ll go to my room,” he whispers. “James went home for the weekend.”
~
They’ve been rooming together for a couple of months now. At first it was awkward because they hadn’t bothered to keep in touch over the summer. But after the first night, they had gotten comfortable with each other again and fell into their old rhythm.
“I got a hot date tonight,” Greg yells over his shoulder as he digs through his side of the closet. He emerges holding two shirts. “What do you think? The black sleeveless or the striped button up?”
Nick looks up from the textbook he’s reading. “Depends. Is the hot date a guy or a girl?”
“Girl. You know I don’t date guys.”
Nick shrugs. “Is it serious?”
“Nick, if you want to know about my love life, just ask. Don’t fish for details under the premise of helping me decide what to wear.”
“I don’t care who you date, G. I was just wondering what kind of place you were taking her to. A club? Movie and dinner? What?”
Greg grins. “Oh, we’re going to go to that Six Flags Halloween festival thing, where they turn the whole park into some kind of crazy haunted house. It’s gonna be great.”
“Black sleeveless tee.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, but-”
“Should I clear out? Make sure the room’s available?” Nick can barely keep the bitterness out of his voice.
Greg’s face screws up in confusion. “What? Oh, no. No, man. This is just the first date. I need to make her think I’m a perfect gentleman right now.”
Nick rolls his eyes. “Right. Sex comes on the second date after you’ve earned her trust.”
Nick thinks he hears a muffled “Exactly” as Greg pulls the shirt over his head. After checking to make sure he has his wallet, Greg grabs his keys off the desk and winks at Nick.
As soon as the door closes behind Greg, Nick closes his book, lays his head back, and stares at the ceiling. Greg had been right. Somewhere along the way, Nick had finally fallen for his charm.
~
Nick wakes up to soft moans coming from Greg’s side of the room. He rolls over onto his side to find Greg laying in his bed, masturbating, not even trying to hide it. “So good... so good. Nick...”
Nick chokes back a laugh. “Yeah, G?”
Greg freezes, looking very much like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Jesus, Nick. Give a guy a heart attack.” He starts to pull up his pants. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“I was, until you moaning my name woke me up.” Nick rolls out of bed and makes his way over to Greg’s. “But as long as I’m up... and you’re up...”-he rubs Greg’s erection through his jeans-“Why don’t we be up together?”
Greg’s brown eyes turn a shade darker. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Nick walks over to the closet and rummages through it before returning with condoms and lube. He pulls Greg’s jeans and boxers back down and pushes him flat against the mattress.
“Tell me,” he murmurs as he kisses his way down Greg’s body, “why we can’t be more.”
He licks the head of Greg’s cock, savoring the taste. He fumbles with the lube while he starts to lick up and down the shaft. He finally gets the bottle open and generously coats his fingers. He swallows Greg whole at the same time his fingers enter Greg. A low groan escapes Greg’s throat and Nick pulls up and swallows around Greg’s length again as his fingers continue to work their way in and out of him. It doesn’t take long before Greg is coming, moaning Nick’s name much as he had been earlier.
Nick swallows all that Greg gives him, then works his way back up his body. His fingers are still working inside Greg’s tight ass as he kisses him. “Tell me,” he whispers.
Greg opens his mouth to kiss Nick again, to taste himself on Nick’s tongue. He looks straight into Nick’s eyes as he answers. “Because someone always gets hurt. And then it isn’t fun anymore.”
Nick merely nods as he slides his fingers out of Greg and reaches for the box of condoms. He’s already hurting so he figures he might as well go for broke.
Title: Falling Away with You
Author: 0creativity
Part: 1 of 9
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content and language, but does it really matter? I don't pay attention to ratings when I read stuff :p
Summary: Nick and Greg begin a life together and, you know, stuff may or may not happen. Starts off A/U, leads into the real CSI universe later on
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A/N: See my notes before the story.
Author's Notes:
Why yes, I am going to start this off with a nice little section of Author's Notes because there's some stuff I just feel like saying.
1) This is the exact opposite of what I intended to write, pretty much, and it is still a WIP although I have four chapters completed as of now.
2) Loosely based on a song by Aslyn called "Golden". You can google that to find the lyrics if you really care, but to be honest with you, this thing has expanded and changed in my brain so many times, I'm probably the only one who could notice the similarities and influences.
3) It starts off AU because some of my favorite past times include cutting corners and putting together jigsaw puzzles with hammers. Really, I just needed Greg and Nick to be about the same age and attend the same college. The current plan has it ending up in the normal CSI universe but even that might be slightly AU. So, if you don't care for AU, this isn't for you.
4) Big huge thanks and hugs go to saebuffyboy who listened to me complain about this and helped me with it. A lot. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
5) There's probably other stuff but I think that's enough for now.
Chapter One
“Greg? What the hell are you doing, man?”
Greg looks up at the sound of Nick’s poorly stifled laughter and grins. “Bowling, Nick. Duh.”
Greg’s standing at the edge of the lane, his legs spread wide. The ball is sitting on the floor in front of him and he bends over and gives it a little shove. Nick is standing behind him, rather enjoying the view. He doesn’t know about bowling balls, but he’s pretty damn sure he’s going to have a set of blue balls before the night is over. The ball slowly makes its way down the lane and Greg stays bent over. Finally, it bumps into the number one and number three pins. Nick watches, transfixed, as the number one pin goes one way and the number three pin goes the other way, creating a perfect domino effect. A strike. Greg was goofing around and he bowled a strike, which means-
“Ha! I beat you! That means you pay for the game, bud.” Greg is doing his victory dance now, which consists of a lot of jumping up and down and ass wiggling.
Nick is speechless and the smirk on Greg’s face annoys him. “That’s not... what the fuck?"
“Physics 101, Nick. Oh, and a beginning bowling course.” Greg has stopped dancing and has made his way to a chair, where he sits down and starts taking off his rented shoes. Nick is still staring at him, unable to believe that a biochemistry major has just beaten him at bowling. “But you weren’t... That was...”
Greg flashes his most dazzling grin. “Yes, Nick? That was what? Amazing? Incredible? The coolest thing you’ve ever seen?”
Nick yanks his shoes off and goes to put his bowling ball back on the rack. “That’s not how you bowl, Sanders.”
Greg tries his best to pout. “Does this mean no prize for the winner?”
“This means torture for the winner.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Greg cracks a wicked grin when Nick begins to blush.
Nick goes to return their shoes and pay for the game while Greg walks outside the Student Union. He sits down on the steps and stares blankly into space, waiting for his friend. Those two words sound insane, even to him. If someone would have told him a year ago that in his first year of college he’d become friends with a frat boy from Texas, he would have laughed in their face. But here they are, a laid-back surfer with a hint of punk and a “Good ol’ Boy” from the deep south, best friends.
“You okay, G?” Nick’s voice snaps Greg out of his reverie. “You’re looking kinda... serious.”
Greg stands up and playfully punches Nick on the shoulder. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking about whether or not I should wait up for you. I don’t usually hang out with losers. I got an image to maintain, ya know?”
“Are you kidding me? The only reason people even talk to you is because you hang out with me,” Nick teases.
Greg sticks his tongue out at Nick and flings an arm around his neck. “Nick, Nick, Nick. I hate to burst your bubble, but everyone knows I’m cooler.”
Nick shrugs Greg’s arm off and they walk in companionable silence. About halfway back to the dorms, Nick speaks up again.
“So I was thinking... Maybe we should be roommates next semester.”
Greg laughs. “What, you want to move in together? I thought we were just screwin’ around.”
“We are!” Defensive Nick has surfaced and suddenly his voice is low and dangerous. He sighs before continuing, his voice normal again. “But we’re friends too and we spend all our free time together. Plus, James has been driving me crazy and I don’t want to room with him again if I don’t have to.” Greg just nods, staring blankly at something beyond Nick. “So I figure it makes more sense for us to room together. We get along, plus there are... other... benefits.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Nick...”
Nick runs his fingers through his hair and stares at his feet. “Look, just forget I said anything, okay? If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. I just thought I’d put the idea out there.”
Greg sits down on a bench and lets his head fall back. He stares at the sky, trying to think of how he could best say what’s on his mind. He isn’t used to actually thinking about what he wants to say before he says it, but he learned a long time ago that with Nick, you have to be careful.
“Nick, I just... I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. This is just about having fun, right? We’re just two guys helping each other out when we’re down on our luck. You know there can’t ever be anything serious between us, don’t you?”
“Of course I know,” Nick snaps and Greg isn’t sure if Nick really knows that or not. “We can still be friends though, can’t we? I mean, it’s called a fuck buddy for a reason. And if we room together we don’t have to worry about anyone walking in or asking questions or anything.”
The conversation is getting too serious for Greg but he knows if he cracks a joke now, Nick probably won’t talk to him for weeks. “I just want to make sure you understand. I don’t want things to get out of control and someone ending up hurt, because then it isn’t fun anymore.”
“Greggo, no offense, but you don’t have to worry about me falling in love with you. I think I must be immune to this ‘Patented Sanders’ Charm’ you’re always talking about.”
Greg mocks outrage. “Nonsense! No one can resist the charm, my man. You’ll fall for it one of these days.”
Nick laughs and shakes his head. “You’re something else, man.” There is a short pause in the conversation as a group of sorority girls walk by and eye Nick appreciatively. “Room sign ups are in a week.” Serious Nick is back again and Greg can’t help but notice that he’s still staring at the girls. “Just think about it, okay?”
“I don’t have to think about it, Nick. I think it’s a great idea, as long as you understand...”
“I do.”
“Okay, so it’s settled. Now, I believe you said something about torturing the winner?”
There’s a mischievous glint in Nick’s eyes as he pulls Greg to his feet. “We’ll go to my room,” he whispers. “James went home for the weekend.”
~
They’ve been rooming together for a couple of months now. At first it was awkward because they hadn’t bothered to keep in touch over the summer. But after the first night, they had gotten comfortable with each other again and fell into their old rhythm.
“I got a hot date tonight,” Greg yells over his shoulder as he digs through his side of the closet. He emerges holding two shirts. “What do you think? The black sleeveless or the striped button up?”
Nick looks up from the textbook he’s reading. “Depends. Is the hot date a guy or a girl?”
“Girl. You know I don’t date guys.”
Nick shrugs. “Is it serious?”
“Nick, if you want to know about my love life, just ask. Don’t fish for details under the premise of helping me decide what to wear.”
“I don’t care who you date, G. I was just wondering what kind of place you were taking her to. A club? Movie and dinner? What?”
Greg grins. “Oh, we’re going to go to that Six Flags Halloween festival thing, where they turn the whole park into some kind of crazy haunted house. It’s gonna be great.”
“Black sleeveless tee.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, but-”
“Should I clear out? Make sure the room’s available?” Nick can barely keep the bitterness out of his voice.
Greg’s face screws up in confusion. “What? Oh, no. No, man. This is just the first date. I need to make her think I’m a perfect gentleman right now.”
Nick rolls his eyes. “Right. Sex comes on the second date after you’ve earned her trust.”
Nick thinks he hears a muffled “Exactly” as Greg pulls the shirt over his head. After checking to make sure he has his wallet, Greg grabs his keys off the desk and winks at Nick.
As soon as the door closes behind Greg, Nick closes his book, lays his head back, and stares at the ceiling. Greg had been right. Somewhere along the way, Nick had finally fallen for his charm.
~
Nick wakes up to soft moans coming from Greg’s side of the room. He rolls over onto his side to find Greg laying in his bed, masturbating, not even trying to hide it. “So good... so good. Nick...”
Nick chokes back a laugh. “Yeah, G?”
Greg freezes, looking very much like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Jesus, Nick. Give a guy a heart attack.” He starts to pull up his pants. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“I was, until you moaning my name woke me up.” Nick rolls out of bed and makes his way over to Greg’s. “But as long as I’m up... and you’re up...”-he rubs Greg’s erection through his jeans-“Why don’t we be up together?”
Greg’s brown eyes turn a shade darker. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Nick walks over to the closet and rummages through it before returning with condoms and lube. He pulls Greg’s jeans and boxers back down and pushes him flat against the mattress.
“Tell me,” he murmurs as he kisses his way down Greg’s body, “why we can’t be more.”
He licks the head of Greg’s cock, savoring the taste. He fumbles with the lube while he starts to lick up and down the shaft. He finally gets the bottle open and generously coats his fingers. He swallows Greg whole at the same time his fingers enter Greg. A low groan escapes Greg’s throat and Nick pulls up and swallows around Greg’s length again as his fingers continue to work their way in and out of him. It doesn’t take long before Greg is coming, moaning Nick’s name much as he had been earlier.
Nick swallows all that Greg gives him, then works his way back up his body. His fingers are still working inside Greg’s tight ass as he kisses him. “Tell me,” he whispers.
Greg opens his mouth to kiss Nick again, to taste himself on Nick’s tongue. He looks straight into Nick’s eyes as he answers. “Because someone always gets hurt. And then it isn’t fun anymore.”
Nick merely nods as he slides his fingers out of Greg and reaches for the box of condoms. He’s already hurting so he figures he might as well go for broke.