Fic: Lock and Key 6/? (CSI, Nick/Greg, NC17)
It sure would be nice if this thing had a name. If I stop to find one it means a break in the writing, though, and I'm a little scared that as soon as I stop I'll lose my motivation.
Okay, no, that's not entirely true. I did take a break after that last part to a) eat something and b) monkey around with the DVD player for awhile. I think my last adventure in dubbing has proven that I am not that mechanically inclined, but I am determined. So now I'm working out how to record from my DVD player. There are starving slash fans in Australia who have not seen any of the Brotherhood films. That's just not right. I'd feel bad about pirating DeCoteau's movies if he wasn't such a fucking tease, but he is, so I don't. Pretty sad when I have to finish what some B-movie director starts Every. Single. Time.
This writing marathon might be making me a little punchy. I've written almost 12,000 words in two days. That's kind of scary.
Anyway, part six, in which Nick is kind of a head case. (I have to stop before he goes completely OOC on me. It might be too late already.) I didn't mean for this to be so smutty. Oops.
Letting himself into Greg's place felt strange, but by the third day Nick was starting to get used to it. The past two days had been the same -- a quick stop at home for a change of clothes and to bring in the mail, then he got right back in his car and drove across town to Greg's place. He'd left his toothbrush there after their second day together, and he knew he should stop and pick up another one to keep at home, but he didn't want to take the time even to run to the store.
On the third day he forced himself to check his e-mail and his machine just in case anyone was trying to reach him, but other than that he couldn't think of any reason to linger at home when Greg was waiting for him. This thing between them was moving kind of quickly and part of Nick wondered if maybe they should slow down, but every time he thought it he immediately came up with a whole list of reasons why they shouldn't.
They were both adults, after all, and they had a good time together, so there was no reason to put the brakes on. Besides, it had only been a few days, and it was normal to want to spend a lot of time together at the beginning of a relationship. At least he thought it was. He wasn't really sure, because his last 'relationship' had consisted of a one-night stand with somebody whose name he couldn't even remember. There had been a handful of dates with a cop from the day shift, but as soon as she started making noise about an exclusive arrangement he'd backed off.
Greg had pretty much demanded an exclusive arrangement a few hours after their first kiss, but somehow that was different. Nick couldn't really put his finger on why, exactly, but he knew he didn't really want to sleep with anyone else while he was sleeping with Greg. He sure as hell didn't want Greg sleeping with anybody else, and the force of that thought took him by surprise every time.
They still hadn't talked about what they were doing -- technically they still hadn't had their first date -- but whatever it was, Nick didn't want to stop any time soon. So far it hadn't affected their work relationship, and after that first awkward shift Nick had relaxed enough to keep Catherine and the others from asking any more awkward questions. He was pretty sure nobody knew anything, anyway, and as long as they managed to keep a low profile he figured they didn't have any reason to worry.
He let himself into Greg's apartment and shut the door, locking it behind him before he dropped his keys and his overnight bag in the kitchen. The sound of running water told him Greg was in the shower, and Nick grinned and tugged his shirt over his head as he made his way down the hall to the bathroom. By the time he kicked the bathroom door shut behind him he was already unbuttoning his jeans, and he let them drop to the floor along with his boxers before he pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into the hot water.
Greg tensed when Nick reached for him, but almost instantly he relaxed again, grinning over his shoulder at the other man. "I didn't hear you come in."
For a second Nick wondered if maybe he was wearing out his welcome already, but as soon as Greg's hands slid around his waist he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. "I'll make more noise next time."
Greg laughed and pushed him backwards until he was pressed up against slick tile, his hands catching Greg's hips for balance. For a second Greg just stared at him, his gaze wandering from Nick's face down to his chest, cataloguing every inch of skin as though he was trying to memorize Nick. And maybe he was; he was a scientist, after all, and Nick had done the same exact thing that first day while Greg was sleeping.
He slid his arms up Greg's back, tracing scars he knew by touch now, and leaned forward to brush their lips together. Automatically Greg's lips parted against his, the tastes of mint and something sweet on his tongue. Nick chased the flavor with his tongue until they were both panting, his hands flexing against Greg's back and their cocks sliding together. Greg's mouth left his and then his skin slid out from under Nick's hands, and a few confused seconds later Nick realized it was because Greg had slid to his knees.
His hand slid through wet hair as Greg glanced up long enough to grin at him, then a hot mouth closed around his cock and Nick groaned and arched back against the tile. He locked his knees to keep from sliding to the floor and ruining Greg's rhythm, his eyes squeezed shut as Greg's tongue did things that Nick didn't even know were possible. And he knew he was going to come way too soon, so he distracted himself from the pressure building at the base of his spine by reciting the Periodic table.
He got as far as Cadmium before Greg slid a hand between his legs, past his balls to press against the spot just behind them. He sucked in a harsh breath and tried to regain his focus, but when he found himself repeating 'Tellurium' over and over in his head he gave up completely. Greg's mouth was way too hot and somehow his fingers knew exactly the right spot to press, again and again until Nick was shouting something that might have been English and coming hard.
When he opened his eyes again he expected Greg to be smirking, possibly even waiting for Nick to regain consciousness so he could make some self-satisfied comment about his lack of control. Only Greg wasn't smirking or even fighting back a laugh; he was watching Nick just like he'd been doing before, a mixture of affection and something Nick couldn't name in his eyes. It made Nick's heart skip a beat -- it made his chest hurt to look at it, so he reached out with a boneless arm and pulled Greg forward to taste himself on the other man's tongue.
Nick didn't have the words for whatever was happening between them, but suddenly it scared him even more than the thought of Catherine figuring it out. It scared him more than facing Sara when she got back from vacation, but he knew it was already too late to walk away. He pushed the fear as far back in his mind as he could and reached around Greg, his hands shaking only slightly as he turned the water off and pulled the other man out of the shower.
Their skin was still damp when Nick pulled Greg out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, pushing him back onto the bed before he knelt between Greg's legs and slid his hands along the smooth skin of Greg's inner thighs. For a second he just looked the same way Greg had done, taking in the flutter of dark lashes against pale cheeks and the thin line of hair leading down Greg's stomach. He grazed his knuckles along the underside of Greg's cock, smiling when Greg moaned and pressed up against his hand.
He wanted to memorize the way Greg looked right now, so tomorrow night when he was out in the field and Greg was stuck back in the lab he'd be able to see this as clearly as if it was still happening. He wanted a lot of things he couldn't put into words, but that thought made his stomach flutter so he shook his head and leaned forward, letting out a hot breath against the head of Greg's cock before he swallowed him whole.
Greg gasped and Nick laughed around his length, his hands pressed hard against the other man's hips to keep him from thrusting. He could feel the tension in Greg's body as he strained against Nick's grip, his head rocking back and forth against the pillow as Nick worked his mouth around Greg's cock. And he loved being the one to make Greg lose control like this, loved the low, throaty moans Greg let out every time Nick's tongue swept over the head of his cock. He loved knowing that this was what Greg would be thinking about tomorrow when he was in the lab, processing endless pieces of evidence until they all started to blur together.
It didn't take long before Greg was clutching hard at the sheets on either side of him, and when Nick swallowed around him he moaned Nick's name and came. He was still shuddering when Nick crawled over him to lick a hot stripe down his neck, nipping at Greg's skin and then soothing the spot with his tongue. They hadn't slept much for the past couple days and Nick knew if they didn't get some sleep people at work were really going to start talking, but when Greg's hands slid down his back to pull him closer he wasn't so sure it wasn't worth the risk.
~
Parts one, two, three, four and five.
Okay, no, that's not entirely true. I did take a break after that last part to a) eat something and b) monkey around with the DVD player for awhile. I think my last adventure in dubbing has proven that I am not that mechanically inclined, but I am determined. So now I'm working out how to record from my DVD player. There are starving slash fans in Australia who have not seen any of the Brotherhood films. That's just not right. I'd feel bad about pirating DeCoteau's movies if he wasn't such a fucking tease, but he is, so I don't. Pretty sad when I have to finish what some B-movie director starts Every. Single. Time.
This writing marathon might be making me a little punchy. I've written almost 12,000 words in two days. That's kind of scary.
Anyway, part six, in which Nick is kind of a head case. (I have to stop before he goes completely OOC on me. It might be too late already.) I didn't mean for this to be so smutty. Oops.
Letting himself into Greg's place felt strange, but by the third day Nick was starting to get used to it. The past two days had been the same -- a quick stop at home for a change of clothes and to bring in the mail, then he got right back in his car and drove across town to Greg's place. He'd left his toothbrush there after their second day together, and he knew he should stop and pick up another one to keep at home, but he didn't want to take the time even to run to the store.
On the third day he forced himself to check his e-mail and his machine just in case anyone was trying to reach him, but other than that he couldn't think of any reason to linger at home when Greg was waiting for him. This thing between them was moving kind of quickly and part of Nick wondered if maybe they should slow down, but every time he thought it he immediately came up with a whole list of reasons why they shouldn't.
They were both adults, after all, and they had a good time together, so there was no reason to put the brakes on. Besides, it had only been a few days, and it was normal to want to spend a lot of time together at the beginning of a relationship. At least he thought it was. He wasn't really sure, because his last 'relationship' had consisted of a one-night stand with somebody whose name he couldn't even remember. There had been a handful of dates with a cop from the day shift, but as soon as she started making noise about an exclusive arrangement he'd backed off.
Greg had pretty much demanded an exclusive arrangement a few hours after their first kiss, but somehow that was different. Nick couldn't really put his finger on why, exactly, but he knew he didn't really want to sleep with anyone else while he was sleeping with Greg. He sure as hell didn't want Greg sleeping with anybody else, and the force of that thought took him by surprise every time.
They still hadn't talked about what they were doing -- technically they still hadn't had their first date -- but whatever it was, Nick didn't want to stop any time soon. So far it hadn't affected their work relationship, and after that first awkward shift Nick had relaxed enough to keep Catherine and the others from asking any more awkward questions. He was pretty sure nobody knew anything, anyway, and as long as they managed to keep a low profile he figured they didn't have any reason to worry.
He let himself into Greg's apartment and shut the door, locking it behind him before he dropped his keys and his overnight bag in the kitchen. The sound of running water told him Greg was in the shower, and Nick grinned and tugged his shirt over his head as he made his way down the hall to the bathroom. By the time he kicked the bathroom door shut behind him he was already unbuttoning his jeans, and he let them drop to the floor along with his boxers before he pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into the hot water.
Greg tensed when Nick reached for him, but almost instantly he relaxed again, grinning over his shoulder at the other man. "I didn't hear you come in."
For a second Nick wondered if maybe he was wearing out his welcome already, but as soon as Greg's hands slid around his waist he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. "I'll make more noise next time."
Greg laughed and pushed him backwards until he was pressed up against slick tile, his hands catching Greg's hips for balance. For a second Greg just stared at him, his gaze wandering from Nick's face down to his chest, cataloguing every inch of skin as though he was trying to memorize Nick. And maybe he was; he was a scientist, after all, and Nick had done the same exact thing that first day while Greg was sleeping.
He slid his arms up Greg's back, tracing scars he knew by touch now, and leaned forward to brush their lips together. Automatically Greg's lips parted against his, the tastes of mint and something sweet on his tongue. Nick chased the flavor with his tongue until they were both panting, his hands flexing against Greg's back and their cocks sliding together. Greg's mouth left his and then his skin slid out from under Nick's hands, and a few confused seconds later Nick realized it was because Greg had slid to his knees.
His hand slid through wet hair as Greg glanced up long enough to grin at him, then a hot mouth closed around his cock and Nick groaned and arched back against the tile. He locked his knees to keep from sliding to the floor and ruining Greg's rhythm, his eyes squeezed shut as Greg's tongue did things that Nick didn't even know were possible. And he knew he was going to come way too soon, so he distracted himself from the pressure building at the base of his spine by reciting the Periodic table.
He got as far as Cadmium before Greg slid a hand between his legs, past his balls to press against the spot just behind them. He sucked in a harsh breath and tried to regain his focus, but when he found himself repeating 'Tellurium' over and over in his head he gave up completely. Greg's mouth was way too hot and somehow his fingers knew exactly the right spot to press, again and again until Nick was shouting something that might have been English and coming hard.
When he opened his eyes again he expected Greg to be smirking, possibly even waiting for Nick to regain consciousness so he could make some self-satisfied comment about his lack of control. Only Greg wasn't smirking or even fighting back a laugh; he was watching Nick just like he'd been doing before, a mixture of affection and something Nick couldn't name in his eyes. It made Nick's heart skip a beat -- it made his chest hurt to look at it, so he reached out with a boneless arm and pulled Greg forward to taste himself on the other man's tongue.
Nick didn't have the words for whatever was happening between them, but suddenly it scared him even more than the thought of Catherine figuring it out. It scared him more than facing Sara when she got back from vacation, but he knew it was already too late to walk away. He pushed the fear as far back in his mind as he could and reached around Greg, his hands shaking only slightly as he turned the water off and pulled the other man out of the shower.
Their skin was still damp when Nick pulled Greg out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, pushing him back onto the bed before he knelt between Greg's legs and slid his hands along the smooth skin of Greg's inner thighs. For a second he just looked the same way Greg had done, taking in the flutter of dark lashes against pale cheeks and the thin line of hair leading down Greg's stomach. He grazed his knuckles along the underside of Greg's cock, smiling when Greg moaned and pressed up against his hand.
He wanted to memorize the way Greg looked right now, so tomorrow night when he was out in the field and Greg was stuck back in the lab he'd be able to see this as clearly as if it was still happening. He wanted a lot of things he couldn't put into words, but that thought made his stomach flutter so he shook his head and leaned forward, letting out a hot breath against the head of Greg's cock before he swallowed him whole.
Greg gasped and Nick laughed around his length, his hands pressed hard against the other man's hips to keep him from thrusting. He could feel the tension in Greg's body as he strained against Nick's grip, his head rocking back and forth against the pillow as Nick worked his mouth around Greg's cock. And he loved being the one to make Greg lose control like this, loved the low, throaty moans Greg let out every time Nick's tongue swept over the head of his cock. He loved knowing that this was what Greg would be thinking about tomorrow when he was in the lab, processing endless pieces of evidence until they all started to blur together.
It didn't take long before Greg was clutching hard at the sheets on either side of him, and when Nick swallowed around him he moaned Nick's name and came. He was still shuddering when Nick crawled over him to lick a hot stripe down his neck, nipping at Greg's skin and then soothing the spot with his tongue. They hadn't slept much for the past couple days and Nick knew if they didn't get some sleep people at work were really going to start talking, but when Greg's hands slid down his back to pull him closer he wasn't so sure it wasn't worth the risk.
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Parts one, two, three, four and five.