Fic: A Thousand Words (8/8)
Title: A Thousand Words
Rating: NC-17 for language and descriptive sex scenes.
Pairings: Nick/OMC
Characters: Nick Stokes, Jim Brass, Warrick Brown, OMC
Warnings: Some explicit dialogue
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is an AU. In this story, Greg Sanders is not a CSI nor was he ever a DNA technician.
Previous chapters can be found here
Nick just lay there in the snow, looking up at Eric as though he had never seen him before. He was trying to wrap his mind around what Eric had just said.
”What if he didn’t kill me? What if he knew exactly who he killed? What if Terry Whalen was the victim all along?”
Nick was thinking a mile a minute. He was thinking like a CSI and not a man in love for the first time in his life and it was difficult to get back into that mindset and think of Eric as not a victim and certainly not someone he was currently holding in his arms but simply unrelated evidence.
Suddenly, everything clicked into place. He let out a whoop and rolled Eric over so he was on top of him. He kissed his frozen red nose and his cheeks and his mouth over and over. He jumped up and yelled, “That’s it! For the first time in a month something makes sense. I’ve got to go call Jim.”
He started up the slope but stopped when an outraged, “NICK” was heard from the man he’d left in the snow.
“Baby, I’m sorry but this is just too good to wait. Are you gonna be okay with getting the tubs back up the slope? Never mind, if you can’t just leave them there; it’s not like anyone is gonna steal them right? I’ve got to go call Jim. You are wonderful. I love you more than ice cream with hot fudge sauce.” And with that, Nick was scrambling up the slope like a deer; a deer wearing boots and a bulky ski suit.
At the bottom of the slope, Eric was still lying in the snow with his mouth open and a stunned look on his face. Finally, he laid his head down and started to laugh. “God, if this is a taste of what it’s gonna be like living with a crime-fighter, it’s sure not gonna be dull.”
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Nick was so excited he didn’t even think about the time. He was trying to get out of his outdoor clothes while waiting for Jim to answer and he was jumping from one foot to another like a little kid who had to go to the bathroom…which now that you mention it is just what he had to do. He finally got one boot off and was working on the other when he heard a grumpy, “Brass” on the phone.
“Jim, it’s me Nick. Listen, I’ve got an idea well actually Eric came up with the idea but it’s really a good one. Jim…Jim are you there?”
“Nick, do you have any idea what time it is? Christ, I just got to sleep. Not all of us are on vacation in a cabin in the woods getting our brains fucked out you know.”
Nick had finally gotten his other boot off and was heading down the hall to the bathroom when he realized what Jim had said. “Huh, Jim, what did you say?”
“Oh come on Stokes. You think for one minute that ‘Rick and I don’t know what’s going on up there? Every single damn time you call me or vice-versa, you’ve got that ‘I’ve been well and truly fucked” tone to your voice. If either one of you have a brain cell left when you come down from your ‘Brokeback Mountain’ it’s gonna be a miracle.”
Nick was so stunned, he forgot about emptying his bladder; he just sat down on the bed and tried to think of something to say.
“Nick, Nick are you still there?” Brass sounded a little worried now as well as still slightly pissed. “Come on Nick. Neither one of us is mad at you. We both knew you were over the moon about the guy before you even suggested going up there with him. Nick, come on, answer me.”
“Jim, I don’t know what to say to you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I never meant to take advantage of you or Rick. You gotta know that man.”
“Nick, you are the last person in the world to take advantage of anybody. We both know that. Now get your mind out of Eric’s pants and tell me what’s got you so excited you had to wake me up.”
Nick swallowed hard and started to tell Jim what had happened. He began to regain a little of his excitement as he told how they had gone through Eric’s background and kept coming up cold and finally, what Eric had said out on the hillside.
“Well, what do you think? Jim, it puts a whole new slant on the murder. If this guy was the intended victim, it makes so much more sense. Eric is in the public eye. If he was such a jerk he needed his head bashed in, we would have been buried by people wanting to dish the dirt about him BUT if this guy told anyone at all about his deal with Eric…well think about it. Here’s a guy with a slightly shady past according to what you and Rick have found out. He’s had a few minor transgressions on his record. All of a sudden, he wins a contest as the look-a-like of a world famous figure and then…one year later, the star shows up and offers him a chance to live in his world. Not just to live in the world but to actually be him in that world. Don’t you think this guy would blab about it to someone? That means that any of his shady friends might be thinking about all the good stuff they could steal from a star’s mansion. Or maybe one of them just got royally pissed at the idea of this loser living in the lap of luxury and decided to take him out.”
Jim had been listening to Nick very carefully and as Nick got more and more excited and began to develop the possible reasons for the murder, it began to make sense to him also. When Nick finally stopped to take a breath, Jim jumped in.
“I can see it, I really can see it. Okay, that gives us something to go on. We just looked at the Whalen guy. Rick and I will go back and look at all his known associates. Is there any thing else?”
“Yes there is something but damn it I can’t put my finger on it; something I’ve heard or read...just something that is important and I need to remember.”
“Let it go Nick. It will come to you when you aren’t trying so hard. Go back and cuddle with your boyfriend in your mountain paradise while Rick and I slog through the muck and mire of the underbelly of Las Vegas.”
“God Jim, have you been watching those old film noir private eye movies again?”
“Hey, those were movies with plots and dialogue not like this crap their making these days with everything done by computers. Pretty soon, there won’t be any actors at all just…what the hell do they call those things on the computers?”
“Avatars Jim, avatars.”
“Yeah, those things. Listen, seriously Nick, this is good work the two of you have done. Either me or Rick will get back to you as soon as we have something and in the meantime, if you remember what it is you think is so important, call us, okay?”
“Right and Jim….thanks a lot.”
“What for Nick?”
“For not freaking about me, huh you know, the fact that I like men.”
“Nicky, I’ve know ever since the incident with Kristi and it doesn’t have anything to do with you or the way you do your job or the way you try to take care of your friends. There are gonna be a lot of raised eyebrows, well there will be if you come out. Are you?”
“I think I’m gonna have to because I’m not giving Eric up and I don’t think he’s gonna give me up. If I’m gonna be with him, everyone is gonna know about me. Is it gonna be a problem for the lab do you think?”
“Are you planning on staying on the job?”
“Hell yes I am. Eric and I have already discussed this and he realizes that I’m just an ordinary guy who loves my job and intends to keep on doing it. He’s okay with that so the only change will be my address and telephone number. Rick and Archie are gonna have to come to the mansion to play our video games and watch sports but that’s gonna be the only change.”
They said their good-byes and as Jim flipped his cell shut he thought to himself, “God Nicky. How can someone get into their forty’s and still be so naïve? Everything is gonna change for you my friend. Well, Rick and I and probably Cath and Greg will just have to watch your back more than we do right now.”
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Nick wasn’t sure how he felt after he finished his call. On one hand, he felt a large weight off his shoulders because Jim and Warrick knew and didn’t hate him. On the other hand, he wondered what Eric was going to say and even worse…what were the rest of his team mates going to say? How were the cops going to treat him? Would he have to worry about being left alone at a site? What if he needed help and no one came? He felt his bladder reasserting it’s need for attention and headed for the bathroom.
He was standing there relieving himself and worrying about so many things when he felt an ice cold hand close around his prick. He jumped so hard he almost sprayed the wall and floor. Eric was snickering as he directed Nick’s flow back into the toilet where it belonged.
“Good God almighty your hands are cold. What are you trying to do; turn the poor little guy into a dick-cycle?”
“You deserve it for leaving me in the snow with two…count ‘em two big washtubs I had to lug to the top of the slope by myself and then get them both all the way back to the cabin.” Eric laid his cold cheek against Nick’s warm one making him jump again. Then he turned his head and snuggled his frozen nose into Nick’s warm neck.
Nick let out a strangled yelp and said, “That’s it, I’m never going to pee again. All my urine has been permanently scared into remission. Are you happy?”
“No I’m not happy. I won’t be happy until I’m warm and you finish what you started in a snowdrift at the bottom of our sledding hill.”
Nick turned his head and dropped a quick kiss on Eric’s icy cold nose and said, “Okay, lets wash our hands and I’ll see what I can do about warming you up.”
Nick turned to the counter started washing his hands. Eric walked over and did the same. “Nick doesn’t it seem a little strange to you that we suck each other off all the time right down to swallowing each other’s body fluid and yet I have to wash my hands if I hold your dick while you pee? What’s the difference?”
Nick looked at his crazy, wonderful lover and said, “If you don’t see the difference between cum and piss, there is no hope for you; none at all. Come on, I want to get you warm inside and out.”
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The first couple of days they were together, Nick had always topped Eric but along about the morning of the 5th day, Eric was hot to trot and Nick was just too tired to get it up again. He offered to bring Eric off with his hand or his mouth but he said his prick was out of commission for a while. Eric had looked at him and said something so softly Nick could not understand him. “What did you say, love? I couldn’t hear you.”
“I said; I could do you. All you would have to do is lay there.” There was complete silence. Eric looked up and found Nick staring at him with a startled look on his face. “Okay Nick, I understand, you don’t bottom. It’s alright, I do understand. Some guys just don’t do it. Forget I said anything. I don’t want to ruin what we have going here. I’m perfectly contented to be the bottom.” Eric started to turn away from Nick but Nick reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Where do you think you are going? You can’t just lay something like that on me and then turn away from me. I’m not angry and It’s gonna take a lot more than this to ruin what we have between us. I admit I usually top. I don’t think I’ve bottomed more than three times in my life but I love you and I want to try everything with you. I’m just surprised because you’ve never even given me a hint that you like to top. I thought I was doing what you wanted. Have I been selfish in always just assuming you would be the taker and I would be the giver?”
“No Nick, you are the most unselfish person…lover, I’ve ever been with. I’d say that probably 90, maybe 95% of the time I do prefer being a bottom but every once in a while, I want to top and right now, I want you so much, I’m shaking. I know you can’t do it again but I can and I really want to.”
Nick leaned over and kissed Eric gently and with a quiet passion that took his breath away. He pressed something in Eric’s hand. Eric looked down and saw it was a bottle of lube. He looked up at Nick and saw passion and love in his eyes. Nick gave him another quick kiss and said, “Just make sure you use a lot of that because for a skinny guy, you are hung like a stud mule.”
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The two men had been engaging in hot foreplay for the last 30 minutes or so and both of them were so ready. Nick reached across Eric and got into their ‘toy’ drawer. He came back with a bottle of lube. Eric closed his eyes and waited for Nick to prep him. When nothing happened he opened his eyes and looked up to see something that took his breath away. Nick was up on his knees with his legs spread wide apart. He was leaning forward and had one hand between his legs. The bottle of lube was in his other hand with the lid off. It was pretty obvious that he was prepping himself. Eric had forgotten about breathing; it was totally unnecessary. Nick sat the bottle on the nightstand and swung one leg over Eric’s body. He leaned down and kissed his lover. Eric could feel his dick rubbing between Nick’s cheeks. He could feel his sensitive head rub over Nick’s slick opening. Nick whispered against his lips, “You need an invitation? It’s right there for you. All you have to do is put it in me and I’ll really be your cowboy.”
Eric had a fleeting thought that when he wanted to, Nick had the dirtiest mouth he’d ever encountered. His hands were shaking from need and want and desire. He didn’t get it in the first time he tried or the second but the third time, he slid past Nick’s sphincter muscle and just went right on in like he belonged there. Nick straightened up and settled himself down on Eric’s body. “Are you ready baby? Hang on because here we go.”
Eric hung on to Nick’s hips for dear life and went on the ride of his life. When Nick shot his warm cum over his stomach, he sobbed out loud and let go. It must have been pretty good for both of them because there was nothing to hear in the room for quite a while except the sound of two sets of lungs gasping for air.
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It was several hours later and the men were in the kitchen working on dinner and a list of supplies they needed. Eric was going through the pantry and Nick was writing everything down. “Hey Nick, do you want both white and sweet potato’s?” There was complete silence. Eric backed out of the pantry to see if Nick had maybe gone to the bathroom or something and was surprised to see him standing in the middle of the kitchen with a puzzled look on his face. His head was tipped to one side as though he was listening to something. “Nick? What are…?”
Nick put his hand up to silence Eric. Eric shut up and listened for all he was worth but couldn’t hear a damn thing. He was just about to ask Nick if he was on drugs or something when Nick caught his breath. Eric swore he could see the light bulb go off over Nick’s head. Suddenly Nick was out of the kitchen and in the main room. He grabbed his phone off the coffee table and pressed the button for Jim’s speed dial. After 3 rings, he impatiently shut the phone off and pressed Warrick’s. Rick answered after the 2nd ring.
“Brown. What’s up Nicky?”
“Rick, did Jim tell you about my call earlier?”
“Are you kidding? He rousted me out of bed and by the way we each got about three maybe three and a half hours sleep and we’ve been reworking the evidence from that point of view ever since.”
“I just thought of what it was that was bothering me.”
“Good; lay it on me. We can use all the help we can get.”
“Do you remember when Eric was telling us about his brain storm to get some time to himself? He asked Charles if he remembered the look-a-like contest.”
“Of course; that’s where he met Terry Whalen. What about it?”
“Do you remember what Charles said?”
“Uhhh…Oh My God...yes I do.”
“The resemblance really was remarkable. He didn’t have the scattering of moles on his cheek like yours but he did have one just under his cheekbone. He deserved to win the contest although I do seem to remember one of the other contestants was a little disgruntled.”
“Rick, how disgruntled do you think the other contestant was?”
“Oh Bro, maybe disgruntled enough to blow when or if Terry let him know he not only won the contest but was going to be Eric’s stand-in? I’m gonna go get Jim. We’ll get back to you as soon as we find out something.”
And just like that, it was all over. When you knew what you were looking for, it was really easy to find. They got the phone records from Terry’s cell phone which they had previously subpoenaed. The problem was, the first time they had just looked at the calls for the past two days. Now they went back to the date Eric first talked to Terry about being his body double. There were lots of local calls. They got the names for each number then went to see Charles. He took one look at their list and pointed to one name; Jerry Rivers. He said that was the name of the contestant who was so angry he caused a scene when Terry Whalen was named the winner.
Jim and Warrick had to go to the Sheriff and confess their sins to him and the District Attorney. In the end, Nick and Eric had to come in to the DA’s office. When Eric walked into the office under heavy guard completely surrounded by Nick, Brass, Warrick and three mucho large body-guards of his own, the tension and shock was thick enough to almost see.
Within 30 minutes, a warrant was produced to search the premises of one Jerry Rivers. They never found the remains of Terry Whalen’s head BUT they did find a solid iron pipe encrusted with dried material that both Nick and Warrick identified immediately as blood, bone fragments and brain matter. The pipe and a plain, Dollar-General plastic dust pan (also encrusted with the same dried materials) were found in his garage. They were really well hidden and it took a police dog to sniff out the hiding place. They were concealed in the wall behind the dryer vent. It took the dog a while to find it because the vent had been well used and evidently a lot of fabric softener had been run through that dryer.
Of course Rivers swore he’d never seen those things but his fingerprints were on the panel, the pipe and the dust pan. The dried material was a match to Terry Whalen’s DNA. The most difficult murder case to hit Vegas in years turned out to be a walk in the park in the end.
During his interrogation, River’s admitted Terry Whalen had called him bragging about how he not only won the contest but he was going to be Eric’s right hand man. Whalen kept calling him telling him about meeting Eric in the park and then going to California with him. He’d really rubbed it in when he got back; telling him about the plastic surgery and how Eric had arranged for round the clock nursing care for him while he recovered in a swanky bungalow at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Of course, he came home to Vegas in first class; nothing but the best for Eric Sander’s body double. Brass and Warrick both felt the final straw was when Eric decided to do the two week test run and left him to take his place in the mansion with Charles to wait on him hand and foot. That’s when Rivers snapped and went over and beat Terry Whalen’s lying face to pieces. The reason for his rage; the rules of the contest specified that eye-make up could be used but that was it. Absolutely no other artificial changes at all. Terry Whalen had gotten his mole tattooed on his cheek. He’d cheated to win the contest.
It really was over…Well over, except for the media frenzy that erupted into world wide hysteria when it was revealed that Eric Sanders, International Recording Star had risen from the dead. And oh yeah, he came back with a gorgeous, male, Las Vegas CSI as his lover and partner.
Talk about the shit hitting the fan.
Rating: NC-17 for language and descriptive sex scenes.
Pairings: Nick/OMC
Characters: Nick Stokes, Jim Brass, Warrick Brown, OMC
Warnings: Some explicit dialogue
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is an AU. In this story, Greg Sanders is not a CSI nor was he ever a DNA technician.
Previous chapters can be found here
Nick just lay there in the snow, looking up at Eric as though he had never seen him before. He was trying to wrap his mind around what Eric had just said.
”What if he didn’t kill me? What if he knew exactly who he killed? What if Terry Whalen was the victim all along?”
Nick was thinking a mile a minute. He was thinking like a CSI and not a man in love for the first time in his life and it was difficult to get back into that mindset and think of Eric as not a victim and certainly not someone he was currently holding in his arms but simply unrelated evidence.
Suddenly, everything clicked into place. He let out a whoop and rolled Eric over so he was on top of him. He kissed his frozen red nose and his cheeks and his mouth over and over. He jumped up and yelled, “That’s it! For the first time in a month something makes sense. I’ve got to go call Jim.”
He started up the slope but stopped when an outraged, “NICK” was heard from the man he’d left in the snow.
“Baby, I’m sorry but this is just too good to wait. Are you gonna be okay with getting the tubs back up the slope? Never mind, if you can’t just leave them there; it’s not like anyone is gonna steal them right? I’ve got to go call Jim. You are wonderful. I love you more than ice cream with hot fudge sauce.” And with that, Nick was scrambling up the slope like a deer; a deer wearing boots and a bulky ski suit.
At the bottom of the slope, Eric was still lying in the snow with his mouth open and a stunned look on his face. Finally, he laid his head down and started to laugh. “God, if this is a taste of what it’s gonna be like living with a crime-fighter, it’s sure not gonna be dull.”
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Nick was so excited he didn’t even think about the time. He was trying to get out of his outdoor clothes while waiting for Jim to answer and he was jumping from one foot to another like a little kid who had to go to the bathroom…which now that you mention it is just what he had to do. He finally got one boot off and was working on the other when he heard a grumpy, “Brass” on the phone.
“Jim, it’s me Nick. Listen, I’ve got an idea well actually Eric came up with the idea but it’s really a good one. Jim…Jim are you there?”
“Nick, do you have any idea what time it is? Christ, I just got to sleep. Not all of us are on vacation in a cabin in the woods getting our brains fucked out you know.”
Nick had finally gotten his other boot off and was heading down the hall to the bathroom when he realized what Jim had said. “Huh, Jim, what did you say?”
“Oh come on Stokes. You think for one minute that ‘Rick and I don’t know what’s going on up there? Every single damn time you call me or vice-versa, you’ve got that ‘I’ve been well and truly fucked” tone to your voice. If either one of you have a brain cell left when you come down from your ‘Brokeback Mountain’ it’s gonna be a miracle.”
Nick was so stunned, he forgot about emptying his bladder; he just sat down on the bed and tried to think of something to say.
“Nick, Nick are you still there?” Brass sounded a little worried now as well as still slightly pissed. “Come on Nick. Neither one of us is mad at you. We both knew you were over the moon about the guy before you even suggested going up there with him. Nick, come on, answer me.”
“Jim, I don’t know what to say to you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I never meant to take advantage of you or Rick. You gotta know that man.”
“Nick, you are the last person in the world to take advantage of anybody. We both know that. Now get your mind out of Eric’s pants and tell me what’s got you so excited you had to wake me up.”
Nick swallowed hard and started to tell Jim what had happened. He began to regain a little of his excitement as he told how they had gone through Eric’s background and kept coming up cold and finally, what Eric had said out on the hillside.
“Well, what do you think? Jim, it puts a whole new slant on the murder. If this guy was the intended victim, it makes so much more sense. Eric is in the public eye. If he was such a jerk he needed his head bashed in, we would have been buried by people wanting to dish the dirt about him BUT if this guy told anyone at all about his deal with Eric…well think about it. Here’s a guy with a slightly shady past according to what you and Rick have found out. He’s had a few minor transgressions on his record. All of a sudden, he wins a contest as the look-a-like of a world famous figure and then…one year later, the star shows up and offers him a chance to live in his world. Not just to live in the world but to actually be him in that world. Don’t you think this guy would blab about it to someone? That means that any of his shady friends might be thinking about all the good stuff they could steal from a star’s mansion. Or maybe one of them just got royally pissed at the idea of this loser living in the lap of luxury and decided to take him out.”
Jim had been listening to Nick very carefully and as Nick got more and more excited and began to develop the possible reasons for the murder, it began to make sense to him also. When Nick finally stopped to take a breath, Jim jumped in.
“I can see it, I really can see it. Okay, that gives us something to go on. We just looked at the Whalen guy. Rick and I will go back and look at all his known associates. Is there any thing else?”
“Yes there is something but damn it I can’t put my finger on it; something I’ve heard or read...just something that is important and I need to remember.”
“Let it go Nick. It will come to you when you aren’t trying so hard. Go back and cuddle with your boyfriend in your mountain paradise while Rick and I slog through the muck and mire of the underbelly of Las Vegas.”
“God Jim, have you been watching those old film noir private eye movies again?”
“Hey, those were movies with plots and dialogue not like this crap their making these days with everything done by computers. Pretty soon, there won’t be any actors at all just…what the hell do they call those things on the computers?”
“Avatars Jim, avatars.”
“Yeah, those things. Listen, seriously Nick, this is good work the two of you have done. Either me or Rick will get back to you as soon as we have something and in the meantime, if you remember what it is you think is so important, call us, okay?”
“Right and Jim….thanks a lot.”
“What for Nick?”
“For not freaking about me, huh you know, the fact that I like men.”
“Nicky, I’ve know ever since the incident with Kristi and it doesn’t have anything to do with you or the way you do your job or the way you try to take care of your friends. There are gonna be a lot of raised eyebrows, well there will be if you come out. Are you?”
“I think I’m gonna have to because I’m not giving Eric up and I don’t think he’s gonna give me up. If I’m gonna be with him, everyone is gonna know about me. Is it gonna be a problem for the lab do you think?”
“Are you planning on staying on the job?”
“Hell yes I am. Eric and I have already discussed this and he realizes that I’m just an ordinary guy who loves my job and intends to keep on doing it. He’s okay with that so the only change will be my address and telephone number. Rick and Archie are gonna have to come to the mansion to play our video games and watch sports but that’s gonna be the only change.”
They said their good-byes and as Jim flipped his cell shut he thought to himself, “God Nicky. How can someone get into their forty’s and still be so naïve? Everything is gonna change for you my friend. Well, Rick and I and probably Cath and Greg will just have to watch your back more than we do right now.”
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Nick wasn’t sure how he felt after he finished his call. On one hand, he felt a large weight off his shoulders because Jim and Warrick knew and didn’t hate him. On the other hand, he wondered what Eric was going to say and even worse…what were the rest of his team mates going to say? How were the cops going to treat him? Would he have to worry about being left alone at a site? What if he needed help and no one came? He felt his bladder reasserting it’s need for attention and headed for the bathroom.
He was standing there relieving himself and worrying about so many things when he felt an ice cold hand close around his prick. He jumped so hard he almost sprayed the wall and floor. Eric was snickering as he directed Nick’s flow back into the toilet where it belonged.
“Good God almighty your hands are cold. What are you trying to do; turn the poor little guy into a dick-cycle?”
“You deserve it for leaving me in the snow with two…count ‘em two big washtubs I had to lug to the top of the slope by myself and then get them both all the way back to the cabin.” Eric laid his cold cheek against Nick’s warm one making him jump again. Then he turned his head and snuggled his frozen nose into Nick’s warm neck.
Nick let out a strangled yelp and said, “That’s it, I’m never going to pee again. All my urine has been permanently scared into remission. Are you happy?”
“No I’m not happy. I won’t be happy until I’m warm and you finish what you started in a snowdrift at the bottom of our sledding hill.”
Nick turned his head and dropped a quick kiss on Eric’s icy cold nose and said, “Okay, lets wash our hands and I’ll see what I can do about warming you up.”
Nick turned to the counter started washing his hands. Eric walked over and did the same. “Nick doesn’t it seem a little strange to you that we suck each other off all the time right down to swallowing each other’s body fluid and yet I have to wash my hands if I hold your dick while you pee? What’s the difference?”
Nick looked at his crazy, wonderful lover and said, “If you don’t see the difference between cum and piss, there is no hope for you; none at all. Come on, I want to get you warm inside and out.”
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The first couple of days they were together, Nick had always topped Eric but along about the morning of the 5th day, Eric was hot to trot and Nick was just too tired to get it up again. He offered to bring Eric off with his hand or his mouth but he said his prick was out of commission for a while. Eric had looked at him and said something so softly Nick could not understand him. “What did you say, love? I couldn’t hear you.”
“I said; I could do you. All you would have to do is lay there.” There was complete silence. Eric looked up and found Nick staring at him with a startled look on his face. “Okay Nick, I understand, you don’t bottom. It’s alright, I do understand. Some guys just don’t do it. Forget I said anything. I don’t want to ruin what we have going here. I’m perfectly contented to be the bottom.” Eric started to turn away from Nick but Nick reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Where do you think you are going? You can’t just lay something like that on me and then turn away from me. I’m not angry and It’s gonna take a lot more than this to ruin what we have between us. I admit I usually top. I don’t think I’ve bottomed more than three times in my life but I love you and I want to try everything with you. I’m just surprised because you’ve never even given me a hint that you like to top. I thought I was doing what you wanted. Have I been selfish in always just assuming you would be the taker and I would be the giver?”
“No Nick, you are the most unselfish person…lover, I’ve ever been with. I’d say that probably 90, maybe 95% of the time I do prefer being a bottom but every once in a while, I want to top and right now, I want you so much, I’m shaking. I know you can’t do it again but I can and I really want to.”
Nick leaned over and kissed Eric gently and with a quiet passion that took his breath away. He pressed something in Eric’s hand. Eric looked down and saw it was a bottle of lube. He looked up at Nick and saw passion and love in his eyes. Nick gave him another quick kiss and said, “Just make sure you use a lot of that because for a skinny guy, you are hung like a stud mule.”
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The two men had been engaging in hot foreplay for the last 30 minutes or so and both of them were so ready. Nick reached across Eric and got into their ‘toy’ drawer. He came back with a bottle of lube. Eric closed his eyes and waited for Nick to prep him. When nothing happened he opened his eyes and looked up to see something that took his breath away. Nick was up on his knees with his legs spread wide apart. He was leaning forward and had one hand between his legs. The bottle of lube was in his other hand with the lid off. It was pretty obvious that he was prepping himself. Eric had forgotten about breathing; it was totally unnecessary. Nick sat the bottle on the nightstand and swung one leg over Eric’s body. He leaned down and kissed his lover. Eric could feel his dick rubbing between Nick’s cheeks. He could feel his sensitive head rub over Nick’s slick opening. Nick whispered against his lips, “You need an invitation? It’s right there for you. All you have to do is put it in me and I’ll really be your cowboy.”
Eric had a fleeting thought that when he wanted to, Nick had the dirtiest mouth he’d ever encountered. His hands were shaking from need and want and desire. He didn’t get it in the first time he tried or the second but the third time, he slid past Nick’s sphincter muscle and just went right on in like he belonged there. Nick straightened up and settled himself down on Eric’s body. “Are you ready baby? Hang on because here we go.”
Eric hung on to Nick’s hips for dear life and went on the ride of his life. When Nick shot his warm cum over his stomach, he sobbed out loud and let go. It must have been pretty good for both of them because there was nothing to hear in the room for quite a while except the sound of two sets of lungs gasping for air.
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It was several hours later and the men were in the kitchen working on dinner and a list of supplies they needed. Eric was going through the pantry and Nick was writing everything down. “Hey Nick, do you want both white and sweet potato’s?” There was complete silence. Eric backed out of the pantry to see if Nick had maybe gone to the bathroom or something and was surprised to see him standing in the middle of the kitchen with a puzzled look on his face. His head was tipped to one side as though he was listening to something. “Nick? What are…?”
Nick put his hand up to silence Eric. Eric shut up and listened for all he was worth but couldn’t hear a damn thing. He was just about to ask Nick if he was on drugs or something when Nick caught his breath. Eric swore he could see the light bulb go off over Nick’s head. Suddenly Nick was out of the kitchen and in the main room. He grabbed his phone off the coffee table and pressed the button for Jim’s speed dial. After 3 rings, he impatiently shut the phone off and pressed Warrick’s. Rick answered after the 2nd ring.
“Brown. What’s up Nicky?”
“Rick, did Jim tell you about my call earlier?”
“Are you kidding? He rousted me out of bed and by the way we each got about three maybe three and a half hours sleep and we’ve been reworking the evidence from that point of view ever since.”
“I just thought of what it was that was bothering me.”
“Good; lay it on me. We can use all the help we can get.”
“Do you remember when Eric was telling us about his brain storm to get some time to himself? He asked Charles if he remembered the look-a-like contest.”
“Of course; that’s where he met Terry Whalen. What about it?”
“Do you remember what Charles said?”
“Uhhh…Oh My God...yes I do.”
“The resemblance really was remarkable. He didn’t have the scattering of moles on his cheek like yours but he did have one just under his cheekbone. He deserved to win the contest although I do seem to remember one of the other contestants was a little disgruntled.”
“Rick, how disgruntled do you think the other contestant was?”
“Oh Bro, maybe disgruntled enough to blow when or if Terry let him know he not only won the contest but was going to be Eric’s stand-in? I’m gonna go get Jim. We’ll get back to you as soon as we find out something.”
And just like that, it was all over. When you knew what you were looking for, it was really easy to find. They got the phone records from Terry’s cell phone which they had previously subpoenaed. The problem was, the first time they had just looked at the calls for the past two days. Now they went back to the date Eric first talked to Terry about being his body double. There were lots of local calls. They got the names for each number then went to see Charles. He took one look at their list and pointed to one name; Jerry Rivers. He said that was the name of the contestant who was so angry he caused a scene when Terry Whalen was named the winner.
Jim and Warrick had to go to the Sheriff and confess their sins to him and the District Attorney. In the end, Nick and Eric had to come in to the DA’s office. When Eric walked into the office under heavy guard completely surrounded by Nick, Brass, Warrick and three mucho large body-guards of his own, the tension and shock was thick enough to almost see.
Within 30 minutes, a warrant was produced to search the premises of one Jerry Rivers. They never found the remains of Terry Whalen’s head BUT they did find a solid iron pipe encrusted with dried material that both Nick and Warrick identified immediately as blood, bone fragments and brain matter. The pipe and a plain, Dollar-General plastic dust pan (also encrusted with the same dried materials) were found in his garage. They were really well hidden and it took a police dog to sniff out the hiding place. They were concealed in the wall behind the dryer vent. It took the dog a while to find it because the vent had been well used and evidently a lot of fabric softener had been run through that dryer.
Of course Rivers swore he’d never seen those things but his fingerprints were on the panel, the pipe and the dust pan. The dried material was a match to Terry Whalen’s DNA. The most difficult murder case to hit Vegas in years turned out to be a walk in the park in the end.
During his interrogation, River’s admitted Terry Whalen had called him bragging about how he not only won the contest but he was going to be Eric’s right hand man. Whalen kept calling him telling him about meeting Eric in the park and then going to California with him. He’d really rubbed it in when he got back; telling him about the plastic surgery and how Eric had arranged for round the clock nursing care for him while he recovered in a swanky bungalow at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Of course, he came home to Vegas in first class; nothing but the best for Eric Sander’s body double. Brass and Warrick both felt the final straw was when Eric decided to do the two week test run and left him to take his place in the mansion with Charles to wait on him hand and foot. That’s when Rivers snapped and went over and beat Terry Whalen’s lying face to pieces. The reason for his rage; the rules of the contest specified that eye-make up could be used but that was it. Absolutely no other artificial changes at all. Terry Whalen had gotten his mole tattooed on his cheek. He’d cheated to win the contest.
It really was over…Well over, except for the media frenzy that erupted into world wide hysteria when it was revealed that Eric Sanders, International Recording Star had risen from the dead. And oh yeah, he came back with a gorgeous, male, Las Vegas CSI as his lover and partner.
Talk about the shit hitting the fan.