Fic: Advanced Classes, Chapter 7 (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders / Warrick Brown, NC-17)
Title: Advanced Classes, Chapter 7
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders / Warrick Brown
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
CSI Las Vegas Main List
Sequel to Easy Lessons:
Chapter 1/3
Chapter 2/3
Chapter 3/3, Part I (NC-17)
Chapter 3/3, Part II(NC-17)
Epilogue
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (NC-17) Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
“This is good…” Greg arched his back like a cat and nuzzled his face against his pillow. “Life… right here and right now… Unpacked and well-fed… doesn’t get better than this.” He rolled over to his back. “You didn’t say what you thought about my painting.”
Nick looked up from the pieces of wood on the floor and shared a brief look with Warrick. Their task of putting the new shelf together had not been very successful, despite the fact they had spent almost an hour on the project.
“It’s… bare.”
“In every sense of the word.” Warrick added. “I think it traumatised Archie for a lifetime.”
“If you can’t handle a naked man, don’t look at nudie pictures.” Greg giggled. “It’s not like it’s something he doesn’t see every time he gets naked… Or maybe it is, I wouldn’t know… maybe he’s like a Ken doll, just plastic down there…”
“You can’t even see those part in that painting-” Nick tried to interrupt.
“But if he can’t look at the back, the front would kill him…” Greg giggled and tilted his head back against the pillow. Nick had very quickly learned to recognise the different tones of Greg’s voice. This one was warm and foggy, relaxed and happily tired, sounding like everything was well in the world.
“And I love it.”
“You’d love to kill Archie with your front?” Warrick grinned and settled on the side of the bed, supporting his head on his hand so he could observe the blond.
“No, the new bed. Like a cloud with springs in it…”
Nick too the other side of the bed, and tired to suppress a chuckle. He could still remember the look on the saleswoman’s face when Greg had told her they needed a bed big and sturdy enough for “ten in the bed, all night long, all you can stand orgies”. By the time Greg had finished his list of requirements, the lady had been desperately waving for another seller to take over.
“And you should have seen Grissom when I told him about moving…” Greg continued giggling. “When they decided that employees get an extra day off when they’re moving, no one probably predicted the nightshift would be three men short.”
“Stuff’s unpacked so we got the night off.” Nick reminded. “You got more plans?”
“Well, it’s good to keep the normal sleep rhythm, so we could watch a movie or call for some food… or stay here a while.” Greg brought his hand up above his head and stretched leisurely. “I’m kinda good right here.”
“Any instructions?” Nick shot Warrick a small grin. “Housewarming party’s tomorrow, so we got time to get settled.”
“I…” The blond tugged the pillow better under his head and closed his eyes, smiling peacefully. “I think I’ll give you free hands for once. Do what you do, but make sure it feels good.”
Nick and Warrick shared another look. Greg loved to dictate their rules in the bedroom, so giving them free reigns was something he hadn’t done even once. Nick briefly wondered if the forced celibacy, caused by the explosion had made him slightly more mellow, but discarded the idea right away. Greg was just as bossy as he had always been. Maybe the joint apartment had changed the nature of their arrangement, Nick wasn’t completely sure.
“Nicky?” Greg`s voice called and Nick snapped out of his thoughts. “You were analysing me again, weren’t you?”
“No, just thinking-”
“Don’t lie to me and don’t get any ideas. Just because I can give you two some liberties, doesn’t mean I’m not gonna tell you to take turns bending over in a pink thong while I call you my bitch.”
“You’ve never called me-”
“Do I need to revoke my generous offer?”
“No, no. I didn’t mean-”
“You’re still talking.” Greg sighed and tilted his head to talk to Warrick. “Shut him up.”
Warrick reached over the blond, grabbed Nick by the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. The Texan gave up thinking and leaned into the kiss. He pulled back and pressed more kisses against Greg’s mouth. Warrick`s fingers found the buttons of Greg’s shirt and he started unbuttoning them one by one, moving down his chest. He reached the waistband of Greg’s jeans and opened them. Greg seemed to be well aware of what was going on, despite his closed eyes. He lifted his hips so Warrick could pull off his jeans and boxers. Warrick got up to stand on his knees, pulling of his own shirt before he swooped down, leaning down to stroke Greg’s cock. He placed his other hand on the blonds hip and lowered his mouth to take him in slowly.
Nick nibbled Greg’s neck, his hand caressing the exposed chest. Greg was making small, soft whimpers. Nick tilted his head so he could see Warrick operating. The man had turned out to be a natural, going easily up and down Greg’s shaft, taking it all without a slightest sign of discomfort. Greg’s lips were still seeking Nick’s, but his hands wandered down to grab Warrick`s head, holding him while he pushed up into his mouth.
Nick pulled back to peel of his shirt, followed by his trousers and the tricky manoeuvring on the edge of the bed also made him fall on the floor. He gave Greg a little wink and crawled along the edge till he reached Warrick. He sat down on the head of the bed and pressed his palms on the man’s bare back. The muscles contracted under his touch and he leaned down to kiss the dark skin. His hands snaked around the man’s waist to open his jeans. Nick pulled Warrick`s jeans down to his knees, leaving his ass exposed and waiting up in the air.
Greg prodded his upper body up, tugging few more pillows under his back so he could keep and eye on them. Nick’s hands found Warrick`s buttocks, and the man instinctively spread his knees as much as the half-stripped jeans allowed. Nick spread the cheeks and massaged the flesh, approaching the man’s opening slowly. Warrick gasped against Greg’s cock and pulled away long enough to shot Nick an annoyed glare. Nick chuckled and stretched his fingertips against the man’s opening. Before Warrick could start complaining for real, he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh, leaving a track of small bite marks. He reached the crease between the cheeks and run his tongue against it.
Whatever Warrick was planning to say, he didn’t get a chance to say it. Greg pulled him down, reminding him of the priorities. Warrick continued his task, taking all of Greg while wiggling his butt against Nick, demanding more attention. A small snap of a cap told him that Nick had picked dup the bottle of lube that was stashed in a small box under the bed. Greg had been adamant that he didn’t want any of the necessary supplies in one place, which might mean unwanted delays, instead he had placed small stashes all over the apartment. Nick’s tongue disappeared and a well-lubed finger pushed into Warrick. He wriggled his body, getting used to the sensation and let out a small groan. Greg observed the man’s body language and gave Nick a little nod. He added another finger, stretching the man in front of him.
“Ricky…?” Greg pulled Warrick away and nailed a heated look on him. “Get going, I wanna see you move together.”
Warrick stretched his hand behind his back and Nick handed over the bottle of lube. Warrick poured some on his fingers to open Greg up while Nick worked him, trying to hurry before the Texan would move on. Greg kept whimpering impatiently and the preparation turned out to be a quick one. Warrick grabbed the condom Nick had dropped next to him and covered himself as quickly as his slippery fingers allowed. He pressed his cock against Greg’s entrance and the blond lifted his legs to lay on both sides of Warrick`s hips.
“Ready?” Warrick twisted his head back to see Nick. He could feel Nick pushing against his and took it as a sign. Nick pushed into him, pushing Warrick into Greg. Warrick went along with his thrusts, adapting to his rhythm while Greg’s long legs twirled tightly around them. He seemed to pull them even closer, arching his back and lifting his hips against the thrusts. The tight deliberate squeeze was too much for Warrick. He gasped for breath and came. He would have fallen forward, but Nick had wrapped his arm around the man’s chest, keeping him up. His own climax wasn’t much further and he buried himself fully inside Warrick one more time before he shot his load inside him. As he tried to gasp and pant his way through his orgasm, his arm stayed around the man, keeping him from crushing Greg.
The blond was looking up at them with a smug grin on his face. He stroked his own cock, still rock hard.
“Last man standing, guys.” He run his palm up and down his length. “And this is why I give orders.” He gave himself a little twist and flooded his belly with his release.
Nick let go of Warrick and they both fell into a heap on top of the blond. Greg wriggled under them till he got into a comfortable position and let out a deep sigh.
“Definitely salami… and some pineapple and maybe mushrooms… Or pepperoni…”
“What?” Nick groans and rested his head on Warrick`s shoulder. Warrick himself was too wiped out to talk, he just let out a small hum.
“I was thinking about the housewarming party. We could just get pizza, it’s quick and easy.”
“Nice to know we inspire you.”
Epilogue