Ch27, part 1. TouristBoyz
Title: The Masquerade Series X2 - #27 " TouristBoyz "
Authors: catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 26 of many.
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Nick/ Greg
Disclaimers: We don't own them, it'd be nice if we did - we really wouldn't get any sleep then!
Summary: Hawaiian shirts, leather skirts, cowboy chaps and a rainy night.
This is a series of Role Plays and Fantasies between the boys. Each will have two parts, 1 for Greg and 1 for Nick, their fantasy being fulfilled by the other. There will be as many parts as we have ideas for. Enjoy!
A/N: Just to let ya'll know we're still having much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again!
A/N2: Dedicated to kahlualeia in memory of our fun time together in Las Vegas.
X-posted at csi_slash, nickngreg and masqueradex2
It's callin' both of us. Stronger than any fear or doubt,'>
Chapter 1- "Untouched" can be found here
Chapter 2- "RentBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 3- "FlyBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 4- "CollegeBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 5- "RomanticBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 6- "StoreBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 7- "H.W.C.Boyz" can be found here
Chapter 8- "SailorBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 9- "WetBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 10- "SlaveBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 11- "OldBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 12- "New YearsBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 13- "BrothelBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 14- "CowBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 15- "DroitduSeigneurBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 16- "MusicStarzBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 17- "OneNightOnlyBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 18- "X-DressingBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 19- "SpaceBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 20- "UniformedBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 21- "DanceforMeBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 22- "TrainBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 23- "LOTRBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 24- "007Boyz" can be found here
Chapter 25- “RodeoBoyz” can be found http://catlover2x.livejournal.com/38608.html#cutid1 ">here
Part A: Nick
Nick Stokes really liked his job. It was a good thing because he saw a lot of horrible stuff, worked long hours and sometimes he just got burned out. He’d been working a lot of doubles and triples lately and even Grissom had finally noticed the dark circles under his eyes.
He’d called Nick into his office and told him to take a long weekend.
Nick objected. “I’m all right, Gris, really.”
“I’m not going to give you three days off with pay too often so you might want to take it when it’s offered,” Grissom answered mildly. “You’ll be of no use to me if you’re exhausted. Quite frankly you’d be a liability. So go.”
Nick shrugged and casually accepted, although he was feeling anything but happy about it.
He’d decided that it was getting too dangerous to continue to cruise the gay bars in Vegas; too much chance of being recognized. And besides, he was always the dependable one. The one people wanted to take home to meet Mom. This time he wanted adventure, something different and new. He wanted to bag a prize and he needed a larger hunting ground.
San Francisco. Bars, baths and clubs; full of hot sexy men cruising for a good time.
Caution hadn’t abandoned Nick overnight; he could still be recognized, so he decided on a disguise. He would be a tourist. He even came up with a background story that he would give anyone he met. He wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship, he just wanted to fuck. Hard and often.
The week before he left work, he stopped shaving so he could then shave the stubble down to a moustache and goatee before he left. He was pleased with how different it made him look. He’d also been letting his hair grow, even though the bangs flopping into his eyes annoyed the hell out of him. He’d gotten it cut to a medium length and with the beard, he looked very different from the CSI who’d left work that morning.
Once at the hotel he had to chuckle to himself as he assembled his outfit. Baggy khaki dockers, loafers (no socks, he couldn’t bring himself to get that dorky), and a loud Hawaiian shirt. He hoped the sheer horror of the shirt would attract attention away from his face. He left it hanging out.
He’d arrived in San Francisco that morning with time to kill. After wandering around Union Square he decided to go to the art museum; the BART took him right there without having to change trains.
He wandered into the African exhibit. The tribal masks and jewellery were nice but his attention was caught by the weapons. He found himself examining them closely, wondering just what kind of wound tracks they would leave behind.
He laughed at himself when he realised his train of thought; maybe Grissom was right, maybe he was burnt out. Instead of thinking of the luscious young men he hoped to find in the bars, he was thinking about work.
He was standing behind a glass case when he saw them.
At first he thought it was a young couple, boy and girl. The Asian man was extremely cute though he was very punk. His hair was spiked and he wore black leather pants, a ripped black t-shirt and a wristwatch on a black leather wrist cuff.
The girl had her back to Nick. She wore a black leather skirt constructed of panels with many layers and lengths. The panels swung interestingly when she moved, showing a flash of pale thigh. Her black, shiny boots laced up the front to the knee. A black belt with studs and rings was slung low on her hips and a pouch hung from one of the rings. Her top laced up the sides and she wore a black leather cuff on each wrist. Her hair was black and spiky. The only thing that belied her as goth was her animation as she waved her arms while talking to the Asian boy about the exhibit. Nick could see an intricate tattoo on the inside of her arm; perhaps a dragon.
Then she turned around and everything fell into place. Nick had thought her shoulders seemed wide for a girl and her arms a bit muscular. She was a he.
Nick thought the boy had the sexiest mouth he’d ever seen. His nose was straight and perfect. Intriguing shadows highlighted sculpted cheekbones. But it was his eyes that really caught Nick’s attention. Even without the smudged black eyeliner, they were large and sultry. They were so dark they looked almost black and they were wicked hot.
Nick found himself caught staring at the young man, whose sexy mouth slowly spread in an evil grin. Hastily he looked down, trying to act casual, while peeking at the young man with his peripheral vision.
The man nudged his companion, who looked over at Nick and laughed. Usually, Nick really didn’t have much of a taste for Goths, but these two were hot and he licked his lips when the Asian man slung his arm around the other man’s shoulders. Just watching the comfortable way they touched gave him a sudden vision of watching the two beautiful boys together in bed, writhing with passion, kissing and biting. He was grateful for the baggy Hawaiian shirt hanging low over his loose pants as he fantasized about perhaps getting to fuck both of them in the same bed.
The Asian man pulled the slimmer man in the skirt from the room and Nick fanned himself with the museum guide he was holding. He had to laugh at himself; who knew if they were even gay? And if they were, they seemed like a couple and he was a man who liked to avoid complications.
Sauntering into the next room, he was surprised to find the young man in the skirt looking over an exhibit alone. The lights overhead gave his rather sticking out ears a pink glow and Nick imagined gripping those ears, forcing the slender young man to his knees and how it would feel when those pretty lips closed around his cock, all hot and wet. He imagined holding onto those ears and thrusting into his mouth, watching the young man dressed in black swallow when he came.
He shook himself back to reality. His cock was hot and throbbing but safely hidden under his baggy clothing. Nick thought he might just risk getting a little closer to gothboy for a better look.
His skin had a luminous glow, especially next to the dead black of his clothing. His leather neckband was studded with silver spikes, making the tender skin of his throat look biteable, Nick decided. He smelled wonderful, a hint of cologne, an edge of musk, and some other scent that could only be the essence of the man himself.
Nick loitered next to him, pretending to look at the exhibit, just in order to breathe him in. Too bad he hadn’t run into him in a club; he’d have taken him back to his room or even the back room in a second. Lost in fantasies of having this exotic creature on his back, spread wide for him, he was startled with gothboy spoke.
“I love to watch a man who really likes to suck cock.”
Nick looked up, shocked. Their eyes met and gothboy laughed at the surprised look in Nick’s.
“Call it x-ray vision if you want but I know you got a boner when you saw me.”
“Sorry,” Nick mumbled. “There must be some mistake.” He started backing away but he found himself unable to look away from those eyes.
“I think your lips would look very pretty wrapped around my cock when you’re kneeling in front of me.”
Nick closed his eyes and swayed with a hot surge of lust. The soft husky voice continued.
“I’d like to drag you to the restroom right now and bend you over the sink and fuck you.”
“I don’t bottom,” Nick said, and then he wanted to slap himself. He should have left right away, should never have gotten closer and he definitely shouldn’t have answered the young man. With those three words he’d told gothboy everything.
Gothboy laughed, his eyes gleaming. “Everyone bottoms for someone, you just need to find the right top. Besides, there’s so much more we could do. You could lick my balls. I like to watch that.”
Nick backed away slowly, his mouth open as he panted. He was supposed to be in charge of the seduction, dammit! He turned to go and gothboy moved in front of him with a silent swiftness that Nick hadn’t expected.
His top was torn and held together with safety pins. One tear exposed the tender pink of a nipple and Nick was so distracted by the view he almost missed the next thing gothboy said.
“I love the look in your eyes when you’re imagining me on my knees for you. You’d like to watch me as I pull down your zipper and take out your cock, wouldn’t you?”
Nick whimpered softly and hoped it wasn’t audible.
Gothboy laughed. “Licking up and down the shaft and maybe swirling my tongue over the head. You could watch me looking up at you. I love the taste and feel of a big, hard cock in my mouth, you know? I know you’re aroused. I can smell you.”
“Um, look, I shouldn’t have been staring at you and I’m sorry. I’ve got to go. I’m meeting some people-”
“No, you’re not,” gothboy said confidently. “You’re hunting. You think you’re the one who’s going to make the kill tonight but you’re wrong. You’re my meat.”
Nick’s breathing was getting erratic. Shit! This… kid was fucking with his mind just with words. He had to get out of here.
Gothboy stepped closer and Nick could feel the heat pouring off of him. His skin looked so smooth and soft, Nick wanted nothing more than to touch him. The young man raised his hand to stroke Nick’s bare forearm softly. Nick shivered and felt faint; a trickle of sweat rolled slowly down his spine.
The fingertip was cool and feather light against his skin, but it left a trail of fire in its wake. Nick was trembling with desire and he knew he was in so much trouble.
“Look, I have to go…” he started but gothboy took a step closer so their chests brushed against each other. Nick couldn’t help himself, he looked down, staring at the nipple exposed through the tear.
“You like having your nipples bitten, don’t you?”
Nick took a step back but gothboy closed the distance between them. Every step Nick took to retreat from his disturbing presence brought him closer to the wall and the young man pursued him steadily.
“You like a little pain with your pleasure, right? And you’d like it if I just pinched it while it was still wet from my mouth while I licked my way to the other one.”
The young man’s breath was hot as he blew softly on Nick’s skin. Nick came up flat against the wall and instantly he was trapped as gothboy placed his hands on either side of Nick’s head. Nick’s eyes nervously slid left and right; he was terrified that someone might come in and see them. That it might somehow get back to his family, to his work, to anyone.
“And you’re quiet in bed, I’ll bet. I like it when guys talk in bed. When they scream,” gothboy whispered. He lowered himself as if he was doing a push up and barely brushed from side to side against Nick’s chest. The hint of contact was more arousing than if he’d leaned his entire weight on the other man.
“I bet I can get you talking. I bet I can make you beg for anything I want you to do. You only think about your cock when you fuck and there’s so much more that I could show you. I can teach you to fuck with your mind as well as your cock.”
Nick was frozen with fear. They were in a public place and someone could come in any moment. He flicked a glance to the security camera.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about those,” gothboy said calmly. “My friend took care of them. He’s an AV wizard. Whatever I do to you in here is just between the two of us.”
“What if someone comes in?” Nick wanted to kick himself. He hadn’t agreed to anything! And what he said made it sound as if he was every bit as eager as this young kid pretended he was and he wasn’t, definitely not! If it came to that, he was sure he was stronger. He would just overpower him and get away. But somehow… he didn’t want to. He wanted to see what came next. There was something intriguing about the boy and his utter confidence.
“That’s what makes it exciting, isn’t it?” Gothboy laughed. He leaned closer and ever so slowly sucked a bit of the skin under Nick’s ear into his mouth, nibbling it gently.
Nick gasped. His heart was beating so hard he was surprised the other man couldn’t hear it. His cock was straining upward, flat against his belly he was so rigid.
“You like cock, don’t you? You like to taste it, to swipe your tongue over the head, so warm, so soft and silky, feel the hardness underneath. You want to take it in your mouth and feel the weight of it on your tongue, don’t you?”
Nick nodded, mesmerized by the hot mouth against his throat. So far the young man had not touched him except for the one bite but the pictures he painted with his words were fucking with Nick’s mind and the sting from the teeth on his neck raced straight to his dick, making him even harder, if that were possible. He felt as if somehow he’d been taken prisoner.
“I know you want to fuck me, don’t you?” Gothboy asked softly.
Nick nodded again and licked his lips nervously. Maybe it was really going to happen?
“But I’m not going to let you. I’m going to be the one fucking you if I choose. You want to touch me, don’t you? You want to see how big my cock is. You want to lick my nipples and suck on them. You want to taste my cum. Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you suck my cock.”
Nick raised his arms and gothboy slapped his hands down.
“Not till I say you can, you don’t get to touch. We do this my way or not at all.”
This kid was making Nick feel things he hadn’t felt in so long. In all his little adventures, he was always the one in charge, he decided who would do what to whom and how fast, how hard. Well, he’d come here for adventure and now he was having one. This young man was wordfucking him into such a state of arousal he could no longer walk away. He had to know.
The gothboy was irresistible, especially as he was toying with Nick. His mouth was so pink and juicy, Nick just wanted to lean in and bite the enticing lower lip, suck it into his mouth.
Gothboy smirked as his eyes swept over Nick’s clothing. “I’ll bet no one where you work knows about you, do they, straightboy? They think you’re the straightest boy that ever came out of Texas. Maybe you have a pretty little wife at home, hmm? And you go on business trips to get a taste of cock when you can’t stand it any more. I think I’ll call you straightboy.”
For some reason, Nick rebelled at that. “I’m not straight.”
“Well, I’m going to call you straightboy anyway and if you want a taste of my cock, you’ll be a good little straightboy and do what I say, won’t you?” Gothboy taunted.
“What if I don’t want to, gothboy,” Nick said, finally finding a bit of backbone.
“Oooh, it talks back,” gothboy laughed. “Well, meester, it’s your choice. If you want a ride, follow me.”
Without looking back, he strolled across the room, his hips rolling insolently under the skirt. Nick’s eyes were glued to his ass, wondering if it felt as good as it looked. He wanted to hold both cheeks in his hands, squeeze them until the younger man yelped, slide his cock between them and drive it home in a single thrust, show this kid-
He scurried after him, following him into a niche nestled between two walls. Gothboy was waiting for him, leaning up against the wall, arms crossed, one foot propped against the wall behind him. His eyes smouldered as Nick stopped short in front of him.
“So, you want a taste then?” the beautiful young man asked huskily.
Nick struggled with himself, eating the gothboy with his eyes. Slowly, he nodded.
Gothboy touched his chest and Nick wondered what he was doing. With a sudden movement, he tore his shirt, lengthening the rip to expose his nipple. Nick sprang forward, eager for it. He bent and took the nipple between his teeth, tugging at it gently before he sank his teeth a bit deeper. He heard the sharp intake of breath, but gothboy did nothing to stop him. He slid his tongue over the erect point and moaned. The young man tasted so good, a bit salty and sweet, that Nick couldn’t get enough. He sucked hard, taking the nipple into his mouth.
Gothboy sounded a little breathless when he spoke but his voice had the same undertone of mockery that had been there from the start. “Yeah, bite a little harder. Now suck it, that’s right. Show me how you want me to do it to you. Lick me, now flick your tongue, oh yeah. That’s good. I guess this really isn’t your first time, straightboy, is it?”
Nick shook his head, nipping and biting at the one spot of flesh he could reach. Gothboy thwarted all his attempts to grab him, so Nick put his hands on the wall to brace himself.
The young man pushed him away gently.
“On your knees.”
Nick shook his head. “Not here. I’ve got a room-”
“Here or nowhere,” gothboy said. “If you want to taste my cock, this is your only chance. On your knees.”
Nick stared at the young man. He should just walk away. There were plenty of hot guys in this city, plenty of young men he could score with. He was handsome and built, he was good with his cock, he could get a hundred guys, a thousand interested enough to fuck tonight! He didn’t need this arrogant kid.
Slowly, Nick found himself dropping unthinkingly to his knees.
“Hands behind your back until I say it’s okay,” gothboy ordered. “I want to feel just your mouth.”
Nick was panting, his lips parted as he stared at the slender hands pushing aside the panels of the worn leather skirt. He gasped when he saw the leather thong underneath. The young man pushed it down under his balls and Nick leaned forward hungrily when he saw his cock freed.
It was beautiful. He felt privileged to take it into his mouth. It was hard and curved upward in a graceful arc. The tip was shining with precum and it was the perfect size.
“You can taste me,” gothboy said huskily.
Nick looked up and their eyes met. For the first time, Nick felt that the younger man was no longer playing with him, he was in deadly earnest. Meekly he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked over the head. It was delicious and he wanted more.
“That’s right, do it slow. Taste me, make it last,” gothboy instructed. “Lick up and down the shaft. Feel how hard it is. Do you like it?”
Nick nodded as he licked the hard shaft.
“I noticed you licking your lips before. I liked how you did it, I liked how you stared at me. You looked like you couldn’t wait to get my cock in your mouth.”
Nick opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head. It was hard and heavy, like a ripe plum in his mouth. He moaned slowly with satisfaction.
“Use your hands now,” the young man whispered. “Play with my balls, stroke me while you suck. Show me what you got, straightboy.”
Nick was on his mettle. Usually it was he who had a man on his knees in front of him, but he knew how to give good head. He would show this young kid that he was no straightboy from the Midwest. He sucked on the head and slowly jacked the shaft with one hand as he fondled gothboy’s balls with the other. His hand strayed to caress the silky soft skin inside the younger man’s thighs.
As he swallowed the young man’s length, relaxing his throat to let him in, he realised the kid was shaven smooth. For some reason it made him even harder. The teasing glimpse of white bare skin against the black leather was delicately erotic and he sucked eagerly.
He didn’t want this to be over too soon, so he changed rhythm and stroke whenever he felt the other man’s hips flex faster. He totally forgot that he was kneeling in a public room in a museum where anyone could walk in any moment. All that mattered to him was the scent, taste and heat of the throbbing organ in his mouth.
He felt hands slide through his hair and clutch his head. It turned him on even more when the hands held him steady and the young man started to fuck his mouth. He opened his mouth to receive every thrust. His own cock screamed for attention but the pressure was tinged with the exquisite pain of denial as his world shrank down to pleasing this young man and he continued to suck for his reward.
He heard a gasp and looked up. Gothboy had his eyes closed, his face strained. He looked almost tortured with pleasure as the first spurt hit hot and salty against the back of Nick’s mouth. He savoured each shot of the creamy essence as he swallowed. He felt proud of himself because he had an inkling that gothboy would have liked to hold out longer, stringing him along and it seemed that he’d succeeded in making a dent in the boy’s awesome self control.
The grip on his hair loosened and gothboy pulled his limp cock out of Nick’s mouth.
“Thank you,” he said softly. The mocking look was gone and his eyes were unfocused with pleasure. Nick watched as slender fingers pulled the thong up and the flaps of his skirt fell to cover his groin.
Gothboy smiled and the mocking quirk to his mouth alarmed Nick. Surely, surely it was his turn now.
“That was lovely,” gothboy said and turned to walk away.
Nick sprang to his feet, groaning as his cock rubbed insistently against his pants. “Wait! What about me?”
“What about you?”
“Aren’t you going to- to return the favour?” Nick asked angrily. He pressed a hand against his bulge, adjusting himself fruitlessly.
“You really want me to fuck you here? It’s a little public for that, isn’t it, straightboy?” Gothboy’s lips curved upward in a derisive smile. “But if that’s what you want…”
“You little bastard! I bet you can’t even get up again,” Nick taunted.
“Bend over,” the young man suggested.
“No thanks. I’ll take care of it myself,” Nick said angrily, looking around for a restroom.
“No you won’t,” gothboy said confidently. “Don’t touch yourself!”
He watched as Nick’s hand dropped.
“You won’t touch yourself or pleasure yourself again until you come to me and beg me to fuck you.” The dark eyes hypnotized Nick and he almost nodded. Then he grew angry again.
“Fine! Give me your address!”
“Oh no, that takes all the fun out of it. If you really want me, you’ll find me.” With that gothboy turned and walked away without a backward glance.
In a towering rage Nick stood for a moment in the silent room. The scent of sex was in the air and he realised he had no guarantee that the young man’s friend had really taken care of the cameras. Coming back to the moment with a start, he hurried to the front door of the museum. He was just in time to see gothboy swing a leg over a black Harley, his skirt parting to reveal pale thigh.
He gunned the engine and took off, leaning easily into the turn as he vanished down the circular drive. Nick chuckled to himself with satisfaction; the Asian boy wasn’t with him, so evidently they weren’t a couple.
He hurried to the nearest restroom, determined to take care of himself. He locked himself into a stall and unzipped his pants. After all the teasing and sucking the other man’s cock, he was hard as granite and aching for release. He stroked himself slowly, just as he liked it.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, picturing the younger man and how he would look stripped naked, on his knees with his lips around Nick’s cock, on his back with his legs in the air, how he would gasp and plead and moan when Nick fucked him into tomorrow.
Suddenly he stopped. He couldn’t go any further. The young man’s voice echoed in his mind: “You won’t touch yourself or pleasure yourself again until you come to me and beg me to fuck you.”
“Fuck it,” he said and closed his eyes again. He continued to stroke and his cock strained for release but he couldn’t come. Frustrated, he decided to go back to the hotel and take a warm shower. That would relax him enough to climax.
He left the museum, moving a bit stiffly with his boner pressed against his stomach. The ride on the subway back to the hotel was beguiled with images of the young man and what he said, how he looked, how his cheeks dimpled when he was fucking with Nick.
He couldn’t decide if he was more angry or turned on. He let himself into his room and undressed hurriedly. He turned on the shower and got in, allowing the warm water to slide soothingly over his tense muscles. Grabbing the tensest one in his hand, he leaned against the wall, stroking himself.
The image of the young man tearing his shirt and commanding Nick to suck his nipple flashed into his mind and he gasped at the hotness of it. He’d never seen anyone do anything like that before, just rip his shirt open and bare his nipple. The fact that he’d been longing to touch it, to tongue it and bite it, had made it unbearably exciting.
That gothboy had known just what he wanted and the fact that he commanded him to do it made it even hotter. Nick was so overwrought with arousal his dick was as hard as a spike. He tugged at his cock, trying to tease himself to climax but he just couldn’t.
He growled with frustration. This was getting ridiculous. Fine! He would get out and shave, dress himself up and go out to some club, find a twink and fuck him into the wall! Nick Stokes was not about to be taken down by some guy in a skirt!
His frustration made him surly. No fucking Hawaiian shirt tonight, no Dockers and fucking collegiate loafers with stupid tassels.
He looked out his tight black jeans and a red silk t-shirt. Normally he wore black from head to toe when he hunted, but tonight he wanted to stand out. He thought the tight red t-shirt showed off his muscles really well as he strutted in front of the mirror; the clingy fabric delineated the line of his abs.
He laughed when he thought of some guys he’d known who had to stuff with a sock; he was so hard he had a significant bulge in the front of his pants. He had no doubt that he’d find someone in the first bar he went into.
Opening his laptop, he googled gay bars in SF and, as expected, a huge list popped up. He found one he liked the sound of near his hotel and went down to get a taxi. The driver looked him over appreciatively and Nick felt smug. Apparently not everyone was a tease like gothboy in this town.
When he got out and handed the money to the driver, the man gave him a card. “Call me if you need a ride home later.”
Nick nodded and the taxi pulled away. He looked at the card. The driver hadn’t been bad looking. He sniggered when he saw the guy’s number and 7” written under it. Yeah, he was on fire tonight.
He swaggered just a bit when he entered the bar. He sauntered to the bar and decided against ordering a beer. All bets were off tonight; he ordered Kahlua instead. He took a sip, watching in the mirror as guys checked him out. There were three he thought he might like. All twinks, with big brown eyes. Brushing aside all thoughts of gothboy, Nick assured himself that he’d always liked brown eyes on a guy, brown eyes and dark hair.
Guiltily he remembered that actually he had a thing for redheads. One of the twinks caught his eye and smiled. Nick smiled back easily. He knew he had a charming smile and he’d been told that the way his teeth flashed white in his tanned face was hot.
He was a modest man, ordinarily, but he knew he was good looking, better looking than most if he was honest. The twink nodded toward the back hall. The thought of taking someone in the back hall was usually repugnant to Nick, but he needed to wash away the memory of being on his knees to a stranger in a museum that afternoon, so he nodded and followed the slender man into the hall.
“You’re hot,” the young guy panted.
“Thank you,” Nick said politely.
The young guy dropped to his knees. “So fucking hot. And I bet you’re big. Are you big?”
“I guess,” Nick answered. In fact, none of his conquests had ever had reason to complain in that department.
The young man’s hands were at his zipper, pressing against the bulge.
“Ooooh, you’re all hard and ready for me.”
The dull lust in his eyes was making Nick’s cock wilt. This guy was an idiot. And up close he didn’t look so interesting or sexy any more. Comparing his comments with the erotic mindfuck gothboy treated him to was making Nick bored… and soft. This wasn’t what he wanted at all. He wanted hard and fast. A release to wipe away the spectre of gothboy.
He tried to focus on the other man’s hands as they unzipped his pants. As they reached inside, he sprang away suddenly, zipping himself up.
“Sorry, I forgot I have to meet a friend,” he lied hastily and ran for the bar.
“You won’t touch yourself or pleasure yourself again until you come to me and beg me to fuck you.”
Nick couldn’t do it. He pushed his way through the mass of sweaty, dancing bodies and hot gogo boys in their shiny little shorts till he reached the sidewalk. His cock was limp and he shoved his hands deep in his pockets, walking moodily toward the hotel.
Why the fuck couldn’t he just let that twink suck him off and go home to bed? He’d done it hundreds of times before, what was so different this time?
He tried not to think about gothboy. Really, he was so extreme with his hair, makeup and skirt, and Nick had never liked guys who dressed in drag. It was just too out there for a good ol’ Texas boy, even a gay one. But he couldn’t get those eyes out of his head or that sexy mouth, the beautiful face, the slender hands he longed to feel against his skin.
The memory of the warm silky feel of the inside of gothboy’s thighs, his heavy balls, the male heat of his dick in Nick’s mouth made his cock stand up again.
‘No!’ Nick’s mind screamed. “Fucking hell,” he said aloud, uncaring when two men holding hands turned to look at him before they gave him a wide berth, hurrying past him.
“I have to find him, that’s all there is to it.”
He walked to his hotel, fidgeting uncomfortably in the elevator, unable to adjust himself because of his consciousness of security cameras. When he got into this room, he kicked his boots off, unzipped himself and slid his jeans down with a sigh of relief. His boxer-briefs bulged with his erection but he ignored it, picking up the phone to make a call.
He grinned smugly as he scribbled the license number of gothboy’s bike on the hotel notepad. This is where being a CSI came in handy. Possibly gothboy thought he was too needy with hunger to notice, but old habits are difficult to break, even during hard times.
“Yeah, Warrick, I need a favour. I’ve got a license number and I need a name and address. No, just a scratch on a rental is all,” he lied. Nick was usually a scrupulously honest man but in service of his cock, he had no conscience. He hated to think of how many men’s numbers he’d taken, promising to call them with no intention of doing so.
Warrick came back on the phone with the information.
“Thanks, man. I owe you,” Nick said and rang off gratefully. He leaned against the pillows piled high on the bed and his hand wandered to his cock, caressing it gently.
“You won’t touch yourself or pleasure yourself again until you come to me and beg me to fuck you.”
“Fuck!” Nick shouted. He was not going to bed with blue balls tonight!
Nick pulled on his jeans and shoved his feet into his boots. He grabbed his leather jacket and he was off. This time he was the hunter. He chuckled to think of gothboy’s face when he opened the door and realised Nick had tracked him down.
The taxi let him off at the corner in a section of town where gothboy was obviously right at home, judging from the passers-by. Nick walked down the sidewalk, marvelling at how busy the street was even this late. Sort of like Vegas. He’d hoped that maybe he’d catch gothboy off guard but now he wasn’t even sure if he’d catch him at home.
He looked up at the tall narrow house, trying to guess which flat belonged to his tormenter but there was no obvious clue that would lead him to identify one blank window from another. He walked back and forth, waiting to see if anyone went in or out. Finally a young man, looking surprisingly normal for this part of town, turned into the entryway and unlocked the door. Nick was right behind him, catching the outside door before the latch caught. He waited until he heard a door slam in the distance before he climbed the stairs.
Second floor. This was it. He took a deep breath and blew it out, raising his hand to knock. After a few minutes he heard footsteps and the door swung open. Nick pushed through the door and slammed it shut behind him, shoving gothboy up against the wall.
Gothboy looked amused rather than frightened. “Well, hello, straightboy. You found me then. Rock on. Here to beg?”
“I think it’s your turn to beg,” Nick said menacingly. He put one of gothboy’s hands over his head and pinned it, bringing the other hand up slowly. Both wrists were slender enough that he could hold them in one of his hands. He let his weight pin the slim young man to the wall.
“I’m going to take you through there and you’re going to strip for me and then I’m going to fuck you,” Nick growled.
Gothboy laughed. “Not going to happen.”
“You owe me at least a blowjob and I am going to collect,” Nick threatened.
He slid his leg between gothboy’s, grinding his erection over the younger man’s groin.
“I’ll give you everything you want. Everything you need,” the slender young man said in husky rasp.
“Well, that’s better,” Nick said, mollified. Unconsciously he loosened his grip.
Seizing the moment, the young man pushed Nick to the other wall and kissed him. Nick’s hands were flat against the wall in shock. For a moment he couldn’t respond to the hot, luscious mouth over his, the demanding lips and soft tongue sliding over his. Gothboy tasted delicious and he knew how to kiss. Nick moaned as his already aching cock stiffened even more. His arousal was almost painful at this point.
He whimpered gratefully as hands roughly unzipped his jeans, shoving them down to his knees and a hand pressed against the damp cotton of his boxer-briefs. He opened his eyes and caught the flash of gothboy’s eyes as he sank to his knees and opened his mouth.
“Do it!” Nick ordered harshly.
“I’ll suck you off…” The pink lips curved upward in an ironic smile. “If you beg me to fuck you.”
Nick slammed his hand against the wall but gothboy didn’t even flinch. “Fuck!” he yelled.
“Not good enough,” the young man smirked. “You have to say, please, bend me over and fuck me till I scream.”
“Please let me cum,” Nick begged through clenched teeth.
“Say it.”
Almost sobbing with frustration, Nick mumbled, “Please, bend me over and fuck me till I scream.”
“That’s a good little straightboy.” The young man leaned forward and Nick’s hips jerked at the sudden sensation of his cock being sucked down the kid’s throat. He could feel the internal muscles working around him. Gothboy pulled off and licked the head, humming with pleasure.
It felt to Nick like he’d been hard for weeks without being able to cum; the entire day had been an intensely surreal experience, ever since he’d first laid eyes on this maddening, perverse, dominating creature.
He felt fingers play with his balls as he watched the pink lips curve around his cock. Gothboy looked so incredibly hot as he sucked and licked with evident enjoyment. Nick was frozen to the spot when he saw the grin that bared sharp teeth. The young man scraped his teeth gently on the ridge under the head before pressing the sensitive spot with his tongue. Nick threw one arm over his eyes; he couldn’t bear to look at that sensuous mouth wrapped around his dick.
After being hard so long, Nick felt the lick of his oncoming orgasm and then it rushed over him like a river over a waterfall. Nick shouted with relief as he came in gothboy’s mouth; his orgasm hit so fast and hard it felt like an explosion. The mouth cradled his cock as he jolted through the aftershocks of his climax, holding him gently. He let his arm fall and opened his eyes to see gothboy tenderly lick him clean. Then the eyes, big, dark, mocking were turned upwards to meet his.
“Feel better?”
Mutely, Nick nodded. Without another word, gothboy rose gracefully and vanished down the hall. Nick stood there, propped against the wall, his wet dick hanging out of his underwear, his heart beating, panting for breath. Suddenly, he didn’t feel as if he was in control of this situation at all. He wondered if he should leave. He jumped when he heard the young man call out to him.
“Get in here, straighboy! I don’t have all night.”
Hastily putting himself back together, he followed the sound into a dark bedroom. The walls were black and many candles were scattered around the room, giving it an oddly romantic feeling, despite the skull holding the largest one. There were two guitars, sheet music and a bed covered with throws and cushions.
In the dim light, gothboy’s skin was practically incandescent. He was reclining on the bed, leaning against the cushions. One leg was straight, the other knee was up and Nick could see he wore no underwear. His skirt was flipped back and he was stroking his cock slowly.
“Uh, I think I have to…” Nick trailed off, his eyes hypnotized by the movements of the young man’s hand. He touched himself so sensuously and then he stretched, like a cat being stroked.
“I said I would give you everything you want, everything you need,” gothboy said throatily. “And you begged me to fuck you. It wouldn’t be right for me to let you leave without showing you how much you need me to fuck you.”
There was still a little fight left in Nick. “I don’t need you or anyone to fuck me, I’m doing just fine. And I think I’d better go.”
“See, I think you would really like it if I fucked you,” the young man said softly. “I think you need it.”
He stopped the movement of his hand on his cock and suddenly Nick became aware that he was holding a dildo in his other hand. It was big and blue and shiny.
Gothboy said, “I think you worry too much about being on top. See, I like to fuck and I like to be fucked.” He spread his legs and placed the dildo at his entrance, massaging the puckered skin.
“You think just fucking makes you more of a man,” gothboy continued. He gasped as he pushed the dildo inside and his hips raised up. “You think with your dick,” he said breathlessly. “You miss the whole world of pleasure that being fucked gives you.”
He closed his eyes and moaned as he manipulated the dildo inside his narrow passage. Nick thought he might faint. He had never seen anything hotter in his entire life. This man who’d been tormenting him and playing with him all day, lying on his back, pleasuring himself with a fake dick up his ass. He stroked his cock through his jeans.
Very slowly, gothboy pulled the dildo out and set it down. He got to his feet and faced Nick. For the first time, the older man realised they were of equal height although he though he might have him in weight.
“I want to give you something you don’t even know you need,” the young man said almost kindly. “You liked being on your knees for me today, didn’t you? Maybe you’d like it even better raising your ass in the air for me.”
“I don’t…” Nick’s mouth was so dry he couldn’t finish the sentence. He swallowed hard.
“See, I think you do. I think maybe someone hurt you or didn’t treat you right. I think you just haven’t had the right top. I think you need this.”
Nick could only stare into the fathomless eyes, bright in the light of the glimmering candles. He felt the young man’s hands ease his jacket off his shoulders and heard it drop to the floor.
“That’s right, let me take control, it’s easy.” The hands slid under his t-shirt, so warm and oddly comforting against his chest. The young man slowly eased the shirt over Nick’s head and tossed it aside.
“I want to get you naked and on your knees for me. It makes me hot to think of you kneeling there, maybe a little scared because you don’t know what I’m going to do to you.”
Fingers ran over Nick’s pectorals, pausing to softly pinch at his nipples, pulling them gently until they were erect and throbbing. His breath came a little faster and Nick closed his eyes for a second.
Gothboy touched Nick’s cheek gently and the older man took a long shuddering breath at the tender caress.
“You don’t have to fight this. Let me show you how good it can be, how good I can make it for you. You always play it safe in your life and now you’re ready to take a chance. Forget the parachute and jump. You’ll see, I’ll catch you.”
‘I’ll catch you.’ It sounded like a promise to Nick and suddenly he trusted this young man. He didn’t even know his name but he felt safe. Safe but still terrified, trembling at the enormous step he was about to take.
“Yes,” he said.
He felt the hands expertly undoing his jeans and easing them down his legs.
“Lean on me,” gothboy whispered, guiding Nick’s hands to his shoulders. Nick held on as each foot was lifted and his boots, socks and jeans taken off. At last he stood only in his boxer briefs.
He felt the slender young man stand up and flinched as arms came around him. Hands slid into the back of his underwear and cupped his buttocks, squeezing them gently. He was as hard as if he hadn’t just been sucked off, but at least he wasn’t aching like before.
“When you’re on your knees, you’re going to lift that ass up for me. I’m going to pull your cheeks apart and I’m going to lick down the crease. I’m going to taste you and push my tongue inside you slowly. And you’re going to open up for me and let me in.”
“Oh fuck yeah…” Nick groaned.
The hands slid down his legs, dragging his underwear along. Nick felt strange allowing another man to take the lead, and shaken by the obvious desire transmitted by the care with which the young man undressed him.
Gothboy guided him to kneel on the bed. Nick had a moment of panic. He felt so uncomfortable and… exposed in this position. He shivered with fear and embarrassment.
Instead of kneeling behind him, gothboy knelt facing him. “You’re very beautiful, you know. Fucking gorgeous. I wanted you the minute I saw you.”
Nick smiled and the young man kissed him, a deep passionate kiss. The feel of the delicious tongue invading his mouth excited Nick, made him more eager for what was to come.
“Just stay like that, baby,” Gothboy breathed. “I want to lick you all over. Don’t move.”
Nick supported himself on shaky arms as he felt the other man explore him with his hands and tongue. Hot breath on the back of his neck warned him before he was softly bitten. The mouth closed around the meaty muscle between neck and shoulder, sucking it in, teeth gently working at it. The young man slid his hands over Nick’s naked body, caressing each hard sinew, every carved muscle, making Nick quiver with desire.
He felt the weight of the other man leave him and heard the rustling of clothing dropping to the floor. Nick gasped at the warm weight of a naked body pressed over his back; it made him feel secure.
“Oh yeah…” he moaned, arching up under the weight.
The younger man slid his hard shaft between Nick’s legs and held him around the waist, pulling him to move slowly in the simulated dance of passion. It was so erotic to Nick to feel the other man’s erect nipples against his back, smooth warm skin and the rigid cock nudging at his balls. His own cock was dripping with arousal.
Gothboy started to whisper to him. “I’m going to tongue you until you’re hot and panting for me. I’m going to push my tongue inside you and you’re going to show me exactly how you want it, fast and hard, or slow and sweet.”
Nick’s head dropped as he listened to the seductive voice. He’d long since given up any semblance of control. Whatever happened on this mad rollercoaster, whether he crashed and burned or not, there was no way he was going to miss the ride.
“You look so hot on your knees for me, offering yourself to me.”
The touch of the young man’s tongue against his spine, startled Nick. It was hot, blazing a trail down his back, lingering at the little dip at the end of his spine. He felt hands pulling his cheeks apart and moaned in expectation.
“It’s okay to give up control sometimes, it doesn’t mean you’re less of a man. When you find the right person, you can just relax, just be, just feel.”
Hot and wet, the caress trailed down his cleft and he jumped at the first touch at his opening. The tongue circled him, electrifying him, tingles spreading up his spine.
“See, I think you feel empty. You wonder what it’s all about. You want something to fill you up, to make you feel whole, don’t you?”
“Yes! Oh yes…” Nick moaned.
“I’m going to fill you up, straightboy.” One last whisper and then the tongue was pushing inside, teasing at the ring of muscle to gain entrance.
It felt so fucking good. Nick had forgotten that anything could feel so good. Gothboy was right; he always focused on his cock, but now with a tongue pushing inside him, fingers pinching at a nipple, hot breath on his sensitive skin, he was overwhelmed with a rush of sensation. It was as if his whole body was turned on in a kaleidoscope of arousal.
The thoughts that were always running through his head just stopped. All he did was feel. The chatter was gone. His resistance was gone. He wanted, no, needed, everything gothboy wanted to give him.
“I want to fuck you now, fill you with my cock. Do you want me to make love to you? Slide my cock inside you until you can feel me in your throat?”
Nick nodded and gothboy tightened his hands on Nick’s cheeks. “Tell me. Talk to me, guide me, tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me…” Nick managed to gasp.
The hands left his body. “I want you to moan and scream if you need to. Scream as loud as you want. Tell me that you like it.”
Nick arched his back again when he felt something against his opening. He was so relaxed he didn’t even flinch. Something slid inside and he realised it was a finger. Gothboy had him so relaxed it didn’t even hurt the moment he was breached.
The finger stroked softly inside him and Nick cried out when it slid over his secret spot, sending ripples of pleasure throughout his body. It had been so long since anyone had touched him in this intimate spot.
“Don’t worry, baby. You look so hot lifting up your ass to me wanting more. And you want something bigger, don’t you? You want to feel that stretch, that burn. You want to feel me taking you, claiming your body, you want my hard cock inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes, oh please, fuck me, fuck me now…” Nick pleaded.
His body trembled with anticipation as the finger slid out slowly. His senses were keenly attuned to the sound of the condom wrapper being torn open, the click of the lube bottle and then he felt the warm blunt hardness pushing against his entrance.
For a moment he was scared but he wanted this so badly, he lunged backward, trying to hasten the penetration. Strong hands caught at his hips.
“Take it easy, baby, we’ll get there,” the other man’s voice soothed.
The pressure turned into pain as he was entered and Nick lowered his head to the pillow. The hands roamed over him, calming him with gentle touches.
“Okay,” he gasped.
Gothboy withdrew slightly and rocked his hips forward, slowly entering the other man.
“God, you’re so tight. You’re so delicious and tight, and your ass is just perfect. Round and beautiful,” the younger man panted.
Nick felt as if he was spread wide open, his ass in the air, with the other man buried deep inside him. He felt the hands grip his hips and trembled as gothboy covered his body with his own. One hand curled around his cock, while the other pinched at a nipple. He was awash with sensation, nerve endings firing with bright explosions of pleasure. He was assailed with such rapture from every direction he could only cry out, rocking between the hand stroking him outside and the cock stroking him inside.
The other man was long enough to stimulate his prostate as he worked his cock in and out. Long deep strokes alternated with grinding circular drives. Gothboy corkscrewed his hips, angling to deliver pleasure in a different way with every plunging glide.
The ripples cascaded into towering waves as Nick held his ass up in the air for the other man to ride him. He was giddy with bliss, his toes curled. This was so fucking wicked and yet he felt innocent, free, young again, with all the possibilities of life in front of him.
“Oh, God, cum inside me, please…” Nick cried.
He felt the sweat drip off gothboy’s body and the icy burn as it slid down his spine. He felt teeth close on his shoulder, holding him steady as he was fucked deeper and harder. He knelt there to receive the best orgasm of his entire life. The cock inside him was propelling him, making him fly and when his orgasm trembled through his body, he erupted,s screaming with pleasure, his cream spilling over the hand that guided him until he collapsed onto the bed, sticky, wet and heaving with the aftershocks.
Only then did gothboy release his grip, propping himself up to work his hips, fucking Nick fast until he too reached his climax. Nick lay there, imagining there was no barrier between them and he could feel the spurt of hot seed inside. His final, wondering thought was that he was now complete and safe with this boy, and then he succumbed to the darkness.
He realised someone was holding him. He was lying on his side and strong arms circled him from behind. He felt a body pressed against his, chest to his back, thigh to thigh, one foot stroking his.
He sighed.
“Are you okay?”
“That was the best fuck of my entire life,” Nick mumbled.
The hands stroking him were comforting now, no longer teasing, raising him to the heights of arousal. He turned in gothboy’s arms, facing him. Now that it was over, he noticed how beautiful the young man’s face was. He looked anxious, no longer mocking as he searched Nick’s eyes.
“Thank you,” Nick said softly and kissed him.
“Did I give you what you want and need?”
Nick sighed happily. “I don’t know how you knew.”
A shadow passed over his face and gothboy said, “Don’t do that. You’re okay.”
“Don’t do what?” Nick asked as the shutters slid over his eyes, shielding his emotions.
“It doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you to want this.”
Nick struggled with himself. He felt like he was exposed to this stranger as he never had been to anyone else and it was scary. “But-”
“No buts,” gothboy said gently. “Everyone needs to be loved sometimes. Everyone needs to let go of their control and trust that they’re worthy of being loved.”
“But, I should be the top…”
“Because you’re bigger and stronger?”
Nick nodded.
“Sometimes you need to let someone fill you up.”
Trying for a teasing tone, Nick joked, “Well, you sure filled me up.”
“I made love to you, to all of you, straightboy. Sometimes giving up control is more powerful than being the one in charge.”
Nick noticed that gothboy was looking sad. “Want to go out and get something to eat?”
“I can’t,” gothboy said. “I have to leave.”
“Where are you going?” Nick clutched the slender body. Now that he’d found someone who made him feel so… so much, he didn’t want to let him go.
“I’m going on the road, with my band.” Gothboy moved as if to get up and Nick held him in place.
“I don’t even know your name,” he said. “I want to see you again.”
Sadly gothboy put his hand to Nick’s face. “It wouldn’t work and you know it. Think about going to your next office Christmas party with me on your arm.”
Nick blanched. He wasn’t even out; he couldn’t imagine introducing Grissom to this exotic creature, even if he weren’t wearing a skirt. Although, knowing Grissom, he would most likely just be curious.
“You’re not even going to tell me your name?”
“What difference does it make? Think we’ll write to each other, keep in touch? Look, my life is on the road. You have a job. You want more stability than I can give you.” Gothboy’s eyes looked so sad that Nick wanted to reassure him but the words stuck in his throat.
“I still want to see you again.”
“You don’t know me,” gothboy pointed out. “You just like how I made you feel. Now you want to hang onto it.”
“Is that wrong?”
“It’s not wrong, but it’s wrong to think that only I can do that for you. We fucked, we had fun, but we don’t know each other. You think you could love me, but you love a fantasy. A fantasy that made you feel something you don’t get to feel everyday, but believe me, it wouldn’t work out.”
Nick listened sorrowfully, knowing there was a kernel of truth in what the younger man was saying to him. “So how do I feel this again? How do I look for someone…?”
The younger man laid his hand gently on Nick’s chest. “It’s already in here. I can’t make you feel something you don’t already have. You just have to learn to trust yourself.”
Nick pulled the slender man closer. “How long before you have to leave?”
“A couple hours.”
“Let me hold you.”
~*~
Nick spent his remaining two days in San Francisco wandering in a poignant daze. He returned to the art museum, walking into the room where he’d first seen gothboy, imagining he could smell him. He visited their niche and a shiver thrilled through him when he remembered his crazy behaviour.
He visited the gay bars, but no one interested him. The night before he left to return home, he stood for hours in front of gothboy’s apartment, staring up at the dark window, wondering if he’d ever see him again.
~*~*~*~
Monday, Nick strolled into the DNA lab, a little smile on his face. “Hey, G.”
“Oh hey, Nick.” Greg looked up from his microscope, his spiky hair tipped with blonde. “Have a good vacation?”
“Parts of it,” Nick smirked. “Some of it was very frustrating though.”
“Want to tell me about it?” Greg invited. “Lighten my load by giving me a blow by blow.”
Nick chuckled appreciatively. “Maybe later, G. How about breakfast after shift?”
“Sure,” Greg said agreeably. “I have to get through this lot quickly anyway. Warrick’s breathing down my neck.”
As he turned, his lab coat caught on an open drawer and flipped open for a moment before he pulled at it, but in that instant Nick saw the torn t-shirt, held together with safety pins, exposing just a hint of tender pink nipple. He caught his breath and their eyes met.
Greg smirked knowingly as he bent over his microscope again.
“You’re a fucking tease,” Nick murmured, looking over a report.
“And you love it,” Greg retorted quietly, his lips quirking with his crooked grin.
“I’ll get you later, you know, gothboy,” Nick muttered. “This time it’ll be my turn and you’re going to pay for all that shit you put me through. I’m going to drill you through the mattress.”
“You don’t scare me,” Greg laughed. “I like the sound of that.”
Nick leaned over and whispered, “You won’t touch yourself or pleasure yourself again until you come to me and beg me to fuck you.”
Greg sniggered. “You’ve got a long way to go before you mindfuck me, straightboy.”
“Love you.” Nick’s hand rested briefly on Greg’s shoulder.
“Love you too.” Greg smiled up at Nick and the older man walked out of the lab. What he saw in those dark brown eyes made everything okay and he couldn’t wait to get home that day.
“You look rested, Nick,” Grissom said, as they met in the hall. “Have a good vacation?”
“The best,” Nick said and sighed happily.
TBC- in part 2