The Bridge
Title: Falling Away with You
Author: 0creativity
Part: 6 of 9
Rating: NC17
Summary: Hotel room sex.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A/N: So this chapter lacks in the content area. It's basically just connecting the two different parts of the story, so I'm sorry about its shortness and lack of meaningful content. But I did throw some smut in there to try and make up for it. Really, though, this chapter is so weird I couldn't even use the same naming conventions for it that I did with all the others, so... there ya go.
Chapter Six
“Wait. What?” Greg moves to pick up the letter Nick dropped.
“Yeah, that fight we had about where to work and everything? We could’ve saved ourselves all of the trouble. I didn’t get the job. Isn’t this just fucking perfect?”
“But... why wouldn’t they want you?”
Nick laughs bitterly. “Just read the Goddamn letter.”
Greg picks up the letter and Nick notices that Greg’s hands are shaking harder now than they were before, when he was reading his own letter. Greg’s eyes move quickly down the page until he finally reaches the end.
“I thought...”
“What?” Nick snaps.
“I thought you said they had some open positions?”
Nick shrugs. “Apparently they filled them.”
Greg notices the unshed tears in Nick’s eyes and wraps his arms around him. “I’m sorry, Nicky. I’m really, really sorry. I know how much you wanted this.”
Nick sniffs and rests his head on Greg’s shoulder. “Can we just... not talk about this right now?”
Greg nods and runs his hands up and down Nick’s back. “Sure. Whatever you need, Nicky. You know I’ll be right here with you.”
~
Greg is massaging Nick’s back and neck. “My advisor said she could talk to her contact in Vegas, see if there are any openings down there.”
“Hmm.”
“Do you want her to?”
“Might as well.” His tone of voice tells Greg that he isn’t really excited about the idea.
“Look Nick, I know it’s not what you wanted, but we could make it work. Just as long as we’re together, right?”
“Yeah,” Nick sighs. “I know I’m being really stupid about this whole thing, but I just really wanted to work in Dallas.”
“I know. But it just didn’t work out. Look at everything else that has, though. Look at us, Nick.”
Nick rolls over and smiles as he stares up into Greg’s eyes. “Yeah. We are doing pretty good, aren’t we?”
“Two and a half years. I’d say that’s better than pretty good.”
Nick reaches up and pulls Greg down so that he’s laying on top of him. “I’m in love with you, you know.”
“I know. I’m in love with you, too. Have been for quite a while now.”
Nick can’t remember what was so important about Dallas as he drifts off into sleep. Instead, all he can think about is what a lucky son of a bitch he is.
~
“They aren’t looking for cops either.”
Nick doesn’t look all that shocked. “That doesn’t really surprise me.”
“But...”
“But what?”
“They are looking for CSIs. That means you’d be working in the lab with me quite a bit, but you’d still be out in the field most of the time.”
“I’d have to take courses all summer to become certified, Greg.”
“Yeah, but Grissom, the night shift supervisor, doesn’t mind. In fact, he actually likes to train the people who work for him, so they know what to expect from him right from the beginning.”
“We’d be working night shift?” Nick sounds unsure.
“Yeah. Why?”
“I just kind of like sleeping at night, that’s all.”
“Nick, you haven’t slept at night for as long as you’ve known me,” Greg teases.
“Well, I guess you’ve got a point there.”
“He wants us to come down for an interview next week.”
“Wait, he knows about us?”
“Yes. I had to make him understand why it was so important that we work the same shift and everything.”
“He’s never going to hire us if he knows we’re a couple. Bosses don’t want their employees’ relationships getting in the way of work, G.”
“Look, I talked to him for a little bit. He was very nice and understanding. If he had a problem with it, he wouldn’t have asked us to come down for an interview, right?”
“I guess...” and Greg can tell Nick is still uneasy.
“Let’s just do the interview, okay? If it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. There’s no point in wasting a potential job opportunity, though.”
Nick pretends to be upset about something, but he can’t tell if Greg’s buying it or not.
“All right, I’ll bite. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just think I lost the title of Mr. Practical.”
~
“This heat is unbearable. I can already tell I won’t be able to live here.”
“Pansy. You grew up in Texas, you should be used to it by now.”
“It was never this bad in Texas, G.”
Greg rolls his eyes. “You complain too much. Do you want to head up to the nice, air conditioned room while I bring the bags up? I wouldn’t want you to overheat or anything.”
“Nah, I better help. You’d never let me live it down if I didn’t.”
“Damn straight I wouldn’t.”
Ten minutes later and they’re lounging in the luxurious air conditioning of their hotel room. Their bags are sitting just inside the door. Greg is relaxing on the bed, Nick on the floor.
“Nick.” Greg hears a grunt in response so he continues. “Why are you on the floor?”
“Heat rises,” he mumbles.
“Oh.” Another grunt. “You know, I just realized why you didn’t get the job in Dallas.”
Nick groans this time. “Why?”
“We didn’t have good luck sex before we applied.”
“You must have. You got the job, remember?”
“You know, that’s funny, because when I was doing it I was thinking about how I was having to use my hand because you were gone. At the time I thought it was bad luck.”
“We’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen this time, won’t we?”
“I think we might have to, yeah.”
“So how far in advance will good luck sex work?”
“You know,” Greg says seductively, “as luck would have it, I think we’re just inside the window.”
Nick growls as he stands up. “Please tell me Papa Olaf didn’t extol to you the secrets of good luck sex.”
“And if he did?”
Nick jumps on the bed and nibbles Greg’s earlobe. “I just hate to think that your grandfather taught you everything you’ve used on me in bed.”
“Mmm, yeah, that is kind of disgusting, isn’t it?”
“Just a little,” Nick laughs. He just stares at Greg for a minute before taking a deep breath. “Greg, I...”
Greg looks at him curiously. “What is it, Nicky?”
“I don’t...” he looks down at his hands, “I don’t want to be in control tonight.”
It takes a minute, but finally the words sink in and Greg’s eyes widen. “You sure?”
Nick nods. “Yeah. I want you, G. Need you to make me feel good.”
It isn’t the first time Nick’s given up his control, but it is rare. For the most part, Greg doesn’t mind. Usually by the time they reach that point, he’s too far gone to really notice who’s doing what to who, but sometimes it bothers him. Sometimes he feels like Nick always makes him feel so good, but Greg hardly ever gets a chance to return the favor.
Greg reaches up and pulls Nick in for a long, slow kiss, rolling them over so that when they break it, he’s on top of Nick. He sucks on Nick’s neck for a while, his fingers exploring the smooth skin under Nick’s tight shirt. Finally, he works up the will power to untangle himself from Nick long enough to get clothes off of both of them.
He sucks in a breath as his eyes take in Nick, laying there, his perfect cock already rock hard. His perfect, beautiful Nick, trying not to meet his eyes, a slight blush painting his skin a pale red, like he actually thinks he has something to be ashamed of. Like he actually thinks he might not be enough for Greg. His perfect, beautiful Nick waiting patiently to feel better than he’s ever felt before.
It’s as he’s laying on top of Nick again, kissing and licking and tasting any exposed skin he can find, that he realizes the lube is on the other side of the room, buried in one of their numerous bags. He’s not about to stop this to find it, though, so he’ll have to improvise. He slides down Nick’s body and lick’s the head of his throbbing cock as he lets Nick suck on a couple of his fingers. He slips his fingers out of Nick’s warm mouth as he starts licking up and down the entire length of his cock. Nick moans quietly and as Greg gently lifts up his hips with one hand and softly pushes against Nick’s opening with the fingers of his other, the moan increases in both volume and intensity.
Greg bobs his head up and down as his fingers start working their way in and out of Nick. He wants to make Nick feel good, wants this to last, but at the same time he wants to bring Nick to climax quickly because what’s coming next will make him feel even better.
“Greg... please...”
Greg pulls off of Nick’s cock long enough to shush him and whisper “You aren’t in control right now, remember?”
Nick whimpers, but nods and closes his eyes, throws his head back against the pillows and just lets the feeling of pure bliss overtake him. Greg smiles before going back to work. His fingers are hitting that spot inside of Nick with every thrust and he can tell it isn’t going to be long now. Greg pulls off, wraps a fist around Nick’s cock, and starts licking Nick’s balls. Nick comes moaning Greg’s name, who wastes no time. He pulls his fingers out, slicks up his own erection with Nick’s come, lifts Nick’s hips up, and slowly pushes his way inside.
Nick’s grabbing a hold of Greg, pulling him closer and further inside of him. Even though he just came, his cock is already twitching and starting to grow hard again. The feeling of Greg moving inside of him is almost too much. Greg’s thrusts are slow and controlled. He’s setting up a slow, tortuous pace to give Nick time to recover.
“I love you so much, Nicky... I never thought I’d find someone like you. Never thought I could be this happy. Love you so, so much.”
“Love you too, G. Always... always...”
Nick is already hard again. It never takes long for Greg to make him that way. Greg notices and speeds up his thrusts, though they remain painfully controlled. He stares into Nick's eyes as his body moves back and forth and he can see the need. He decides it's not really nice of him to make Nick wait, so he wraps a hand around Nick's cock and starts stroking slowly. Nick's bucking his hips now, trying to get more of everything; more of Greg's hand around his cock, more of Greg inside of him. Greg speeds up his hand and soon Nick is coming for the second time, coating both of their sweat-slick bodies with his come and Greg could swear they were standing back outside under the desert sun because it’s so hot. He can feel the spasms, feels the muscles deep within Nick convulse around his cock and he gives into the sensation, lets his own orgasm take him over, cries out Nick’s name over and over again.
Greg pulls out and collapses on top of Nick, his head resting on Nick’s chest so he can hear the frantic pace of his heart. Nick moves his arms to old Greg tight to him and sighs contentedly. Greg is asleep before Nick’s heartbeat even returns to its normal pace.
~
“So? What do you think?” Greg’s bouncing around, not able to hold still, and Nick can tell he’s excited. He always has problems staying still, but it’s hardly ever this bad.
Nick shrugs. “It went well enough, I guess. They must be pretty desperate, though, if they’re willing to take us on.”
“Desperate or not, they’re offering us jobs. They want me bad, and it’s just lucky for them that it’s a package deal. You know what I think, but what do you think?”
Nick unlocks the car and gets in. “I think we should go take a tour of the city.”
“What? But what about the job and the crime lab and Grissom and what he-”
“And look for someplace to live.”
Suddenly all the energy Greg had before just... disappears. He just sits there and stares at Nick, his mouth open. Nick notices he’s trying to form words, but is unable to.
“You do still want the job, don’t you?”
Greg merely nods and Nick laughs. He pulls out of the parking lot and heads towards the hotel. They’re just a couple blocks away when Greg finally manages to say something and Nick can still hear the shock and disbelief in his voice.
“I guess good luck sex really does work.”
Author: 0creativity
Part: 6 of 9
Rating: NC17
Summary: Hotel room sex.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A/N: So this chapter lacks in the content area. It's basically just connecting the two different parts of the story, so I'm sorry about its shortness and lack of meaningful content. But I did throw some smut in there to try and make up for it. Really, though, this chapter is so weird I couldn't even use the same naming conventions for it that I did with all the others, so... there ya go.
Chapter Six
“Wait. What?” Greg moves to pick up the letter Nick dropped.
“Yeah, that fight we had about where to work and everything? We could’ve saved ourselves all of the trouble. I didn’t get the job. Isn’t this just fucking perfect?”
“But... why wouldn’t they want you?”
Nick laughs bitterly. “Just read the Goddamn letter.”
Greg picks up the letter and Nick notices that Greg’s hands are shaking harder now than they were before, when he was reading his own letter. Greg’s eyes move quickly down the page until he finally reaches the end.
“I thought...”
“What?” Nick snaps.
“I thought you said they had some open positions?”
Nick shrugs. “Apparently they filled them.”
Greg notices the unshed tears in Nick’s eyes and wraps his arms around him. “I’m sorry, Nicky. I’m really, really sorry. I know how much you wanted this.”
Nick sniffs and rests his head on Greg’s shoulder. “Can we just... not talk about this right now?”
Greg nods and runs his hands up and down Nick’s back. “Sure. Whatever you need, Nicky. You know I’ll be right here with you.”
~
Greg is massaging Nick’s back and neck. “My advisor said she could talk to her contact in Vegas, see if there are any openings down there.”
“Hmm.”
“Do you want her to?”
“Might as well.” His tone of voice tells Greg that he isn’t really excited about the idea.
“Look Nick, I know it’s not what you wanted, but we could make it work. Just as long as we’re together, right?”
“Yeah,” Nick sighs. “I know I’m being really stupid about this whole thing, but I just really wanted to work in Dallas.”
“I know. But it just didn’t work out. Look at everything else that has, though. Look at us, Nick.”
Nick rolls over and smiles as he stares up into Greg’s eyes. “Yeah. We are doing pretty good, aren’t we?”
“Two and a half years. I’d say that’s better than pretty good.”
Nick reaches up and pulls Greg down so that he’s laying on top of him. “I’m in love with you, you know.”
“I know. I’m in love with you, too. Have been for quite a while now.”
Nick can’t remember what was so important about Dallas as he drifts off into sleep. Instead, all he can think about is what a lucky son of a bitch he is.
~
“They aren’t looking for cops either.”
Nick doesn’t look all that shocked. “That doesn’t really surprise me.”
“But...”
“But what?”
“They are looking for CSIs. That means you’d be working in the lab with me quite a bit, but you’d still be out in the field most of the time.”
“I’d have to take courses all summer to become certified, Greg.”
“Yeah, but Grissom, the night shift supervisor, doesn’t mind. In fact, he actually likes to train the people who work for him, so they know what to expect from him right from the beginning.”
“We’d be working night shift?” Nick sounds unsure.
“Yeah. Why?”
“I just kind of like sleeping at night, that’s all.”
“Nick, you haven’t slept at night for as long as you’ve known me,” Greg teases.
“Well, I guess you’ve got a point there.”
“He wants us to come down for an interview next week.”
“Wait, he knows about us?”
“Yes. I had to make him understand why it was so important that we work the same shift and everything.”
“He’s never going to hire us if he knows we’re a couple. Bosses don’t want their employees’ relationships getting in the way of work, G.”
“Look, I talked to him for a little bit. He was very nice and understanding. If he had a problem with it, he wouldn’t have asked us to come down for an interview, right?”
“I guess...” and Greg can tell Nick is still uneasy.
“Let’s just do the interview, okay? If it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. There’s no point in wasting a potential job opportunity, though.”
Nick pretends to be upset about something, but he can’t tell if Greg’s buying it or not.
“All right, I’ll bite. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just think I lost the title of Mr. Practical.”
~
“This heat is unbearable. I can already tell I won’t be able to live here.”
“Pansy. You grew up in Texas, you should be used to it by now.”
“It was never this bad in Texas, G.”
Greg rolls his eyes. “You complain too much. Do you want to head up to the nice, air conditioned room while I bring the bags up? I wouldn’t want you to overheat or anything.”
“Nah, I better help. You’d never let me live it down if I didn’t.”
“Damn straight I wouldn’t.”
Ten minutes later and they’re lounging in the luxurious air conditioning of their hotel room. Their bags are sitting just inside the door. Greg is relaxing on the bed, Nick on the floor.
“Nick.” Greg hears a grunt in response so he continues. “Why are you on the floor?”
“Heat rises,” he mumbles.
“Oh.” Another grunt. “You know, I just realized why you didn’t get the job in Dallas.”
Nick groans this time. “Why?”
“We didn’t have good luck sex before we applied.”
“You must have. You got the job, remember?”
“You know, that’s funny, because when I was doing it I was thinking about how I was having to use my hand because you were gone. At the time I thought it was bad luck.”
“We’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen this time, won’t we?”
“I think we might have to, yeah.”
“So how far in advance will good luck sex work?”
“You know,” Greg says seductively, “as luck would have it, I think we’re just inside the window.”
Nick growls as he stands up. “Please tell me Papa Olaf didn’t extol to you the secrets of good luck sex.”
“And if he did?”
Nick jumps on the bed and nibbles Greg’s earlobe. “I just hate to think that your grandfather taught you everything you’ve used on me in bed.”
“Mmm, yeah, that is kind of disgusting, isn’t it?”
“Just a little,” Nick laughs. He just stares at Greg for a minute before taking a deep breath. “Greg, I...”
Greg looks at him curiously. “What is it, Nicky?”
“I don’t...” he looks down at his hands, “I don’t want to be in control tonight.”
It takes a minute, but finally the words sink in and Greg’s eyes widen. “You sure?”
Nick nods. “Yeah. I want you, G. Need you to make me feel good.”
It isn’t the first time Nick’s given up his control, but it is rare. For the most part, Greg doesn’t mind. Usually by the time they reach that point, he’s too far gone to really notice who’s doing what to who, but sometimes it bothers him. Sometimes he feels like Nick always makes him feel so good, but Greg hardly ever gets a chance to return the favor.
Greg reaches up and pulls Nick in for a long, slow kiss, rolling them over so that when they break it, he’s on top of Nick. He sucks on Nick’s neck for a while, his fingers exploring the smooth skin under Nick’s tight shirt. Finally, he works up the will power to untangle himself from Nick long enough to get clothes off of both of them.
He sucks in a breath as his eyes take in Nick, laying there, his perfect cock already rock hard. His perfect, beautiful Nick, trying not to meet his eyes, a slight blush painting his skin a pale red, like he actually thinks he has something to be ashamed of. Like he actually thinks he might not be enough for Greg. His perfect, beautiful Nick waiting patiently to feel better than he’s ever felt before.
It’s as he’s laying on top of Nick again, kissing and licking and tasting any exposed skin he can find, that he realizes the lube is on the other side of the room, buried in one of their numerous bags. He’s not about to stop this to find it, though, so he’ll have to improvise. He slides down Nick’s body and lick’s the head of his throbbing cock as he lets Nick suck on a couple of his fingers. He slips his fingers out of Nick’s warm mouth as he starts licking up and down the entire length of his cock. Nick moans quietly and as Greg gently lifts up his hips with one hand and softly pushes against Nick’s opening with the fingers of his other, the moan increases in both volume and intensity.
Greg bobs his head up and down as his fingers start working their way in and out of Nick. He wants to make Nick feel good, wants this to last, but at the same time he wants to bring Nick to climax quickly because what’s coming next will make him feel even better.
“Greg... please...”
Greg pulls off of Nick’s cock long enough to shush him and whisper “You aren’t in control right now, remember?”
Nick whimpers, but nods and closes his eyes, throws his head back against the pillows and just lets the feeling of pure bliss overtake him. Greg smiles before going back to work. His fingers are hitting that spot inside of Nick with every thrust and he can tell it isn’t going to be long now. Greg pulls off, wraps a fist around Nick’s cock, and starts licking Nick’s balls. Nick comes moaning Greg’s name, who wastes no time. He pulls his fingers out, slicks up his own erection with Nick’s come, lifts Nick’s hips up, and slowly pushes his way inside.
Nick’s grabbing a hold of Greg, pulling him closer and further inside of him. Even though he just came, his cock is already twitching and starting to grow hard again. The feeling of Greg moving inside of him is almost too much. Greg’s thrusts are slow and controlled. He’s setting up a slow, tortuous pace to give Nick time to recover.
“I love you so much, Nicky... I never thought I’d find someone like you. Never thought I could be this happy. Love you so, so much.”
“Love you too, G. Always... always...”
Nick is already hard again. It never takes long for Greg to make him that way. Greg notices and speeds up his thrusts, though they remain painfully controlled. He stares into Nick's eyes as his body moves back and forth and he can see the need. He decides it's not really nice of him to make Nick wait, so he wraps a hand around Nick's cock and starts stroking slowly. Nick's bucking his hips now, trying to get more of everything; more of Greg's hand around his cock, more of Greg inside of him. Greg speeds up his hand and soon Nick is coming for the second time, coating both of their sweat-slick bodies with his come and Greg could swear they were standing back outside under the desert sun because it’s so hot. He can feel the spasms, feels the muscles deep within Nick convulse around his cock and he gives into the sensation, lets his own orgasm take him over, cries out Nick’s name over and over again.
Greg pulls out and collapses on top of Nick, his head resting on Nick’s chest so he can hear the frantic pace of his heart. Nick moves his arms to old Greg tight to him and sighs contentedly. Greg is asleep before Nick’s heartbeat even returns to its normal pace.
~
“So? What do you think?” Greg’s bouncing around, not able to hold still, and Nick can tell he’s excited. He always has problems staying still, but it’s hardly ever this bad.
Nick shrugs. “It went well enough, I guess. They must be pretty desperate, though, if they’re willing to take us on.”
“Desperate or not, they’re offering us jobs. They want me bad, and it’s just lucky for them that it’s a package deal. You know what I think, but what do you think?”
Nick unlocks the car and gets in. “I think we should go take a tour of the city.”
“What? But what about the job and the crime lab and Grissom and what he-”
“And look for someplace to live.”
Suddenly all the energy Greg had before just... disappears. He just sits there and stares at Nick, his mouth open. Nick notices he’s trying to form words, but is unable to.
“You do still want the job, don’t you?”
Greg merely nods and Nick laughs. He pulls out of the parking lot and heads towards the hotel. They’re just a couple blocks away when Greg finally manages to say something and Nick can still hear the shock and disbelief in his voice.
“I guess good luck sex really does work.”