Hell or Heaven?
Okay, here I am,
first of all hello to everyone who accidentally manages to find my journal (I don't expect too many people to do so, but who knows?).
I'm more or less planning to use this journal to express my feelings about my life with the idea of "I can't tell it to anyone so I tell it to everyone" and just hope noone that actually knows me will find it. :)
Some basic info about myself...I'm a student for economy and mathematics at university, but I think it's the least prior info about me. Let's get to the fun stuff! I started to read slashes on the internet about 2 years ago and my reason to do so was Queer as folk. That show was absolutely brilliant and Brian will be the "first gay love of my life" forever. I read many fandoms got from google by typing slash and I ended up with CSI and NIck/Greg fandom. I got pretty much obsessed with the authors the slashing community knows so well by now and it took me a long while reading WMTDB from start to end. The conclusion was that I have to try it, maybe I won't get flamed too much for playing with the boys a bit...:)
After that things were developing quickly, I got to know about Torchwood (I can't help it, I'm obsessed with the UK accent too) and John Barrowman is hot without accent too! Not long after that Supernatural ended after the second season in the local TV, and I was devasteted, so I came online to do some research, which ended up in me reading J2 (mostly) and Dean/Sam (not so often) slash . And that's about everything about my "slashvolution" which I'm pretty sure noone is interested in, but I just needed to sum it up myself and noone makes you read it. :)
My first fic ever, slightly updated:
Hell or Heaven
Story title: Hell or Heaven
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warning: explicit m/m sex, slight bondage, but no one gets hurt I promise!
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: Greg is angry and teaches Nick a lesson. Dom!Greg and Sub!Nicky, what could possibly go wrong? Smut, I’ve warned you!
Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't sue please!
Author’s note: This is my first ever fic. Got bored at uni, I just started writing and this is the result. Minor spoilers for S6, Rashomama. Unbetaed and English is not my first language, so there are mistakes!
Hell or heaven?
Greg had an evil grin plastered on his face, although he was all alone in their home, while waiting for Nick to arrive. They’d had the shift from hell; a high profile case, Nick's stolen truck, then they’d been stuck at the lab, trying to put together the little evidence they’d had left. Every CSI had pulled a double, and those who hadn’t given their statements yet, were still stuck in the lab.
He should be pissed, Greg knew it. Hell, he was sure Nick knew it, but somehow he wasn’t. His Texan had just been doing his usual knight in shining armor thing again, lending his jacket to some chick. Even Greg himself had to admit, that she was a hot one, but Nick got a phone number written with lipstick, so Greg was allowed to be angry, wasn’t he? Then his boyfriend had gone to Wendy of all people, another hot chick, to get his shirt cut off and he’d been putting on a show for her, just because he’d been very aware of Greg watching his every movement. He’d been close to dash into that room, and tell her to get her hands away from his property. He wanted to teach his flirty boyfriend a lesson, and this was a perfect reason to do it. Nick wouldn’t dare to say no when he thought Greg was mad at him.
He heard the jiggling of the keys in the lock as the older CSI let himself in. Not wasting a moment, Greg pinned Nick flat against the door and started kissing him hard, while fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He bared Nick’s chest in record time, and went to suck on his left nipple, while he grabbed the Texans wrists keeping him from doing anything, but taking Gregs actions. His intention was to make Nick so desperate, that he wouldn’t question anything Greg did to him. It was obviously working, if the bulge in Nicks jeans was any indication. The Texan was writhing, still plastered to the door by Gregs body weight, thrusting his hips, desperate to gain any friction he could. It was really tempting to just give in and let Nick take control again, but Greg had been planning this for so long, he didn’t want to pass up on his - probably last - chance for a long time. He sinked his teeth into Nicks shoulder, leaving a burning red mark, then let go of the Texan and skipped to their bedroom leaving Nick hot and bothered in their hall.
It didn’t take long for the older CSI to catch up, and followed his boyfriend to the bedroom cursing softly. He stepped into the room, and Greg had to supress a delighted smirk at the dumb expression on the Texan’s face. The younger CSI was leaning against the wall, facing the door only in a pair of low riding jeans, showing off his pubic hair, and not even trying to hide the fact, that he wasn’t wearing anything else. To top the image, he was idly spinning Nick’s old handcuffs on his index finger looking seductively at him. Before Nick could process the scene in front of him, Greg threw the older man on the bed, and was already securing his right wrist to the headboard before the Texan could start to protest. Which he did eventually…After the second click, Nick got out of his stupor, and Greg wanted to laugh at his partners' predictabilty.
”What the fuck you think you’re doing?” came the somewhat angry question.
”Watch your tongue, Stokes!” Greg slapped the struggling man on his left hip, where his skin wasn’t covered by the denim. The needy moan he got in response caught Greg completely offguard. Maybe his vanilla boyfriend wasn’t that vanilla after all…
”And obviously I found a kinky way to pay back my boyfriend for flirting with leggy blondes on a crime scene, any protests?” asked Greg knowing well which buttons to push to make the Texan give in.
He didn’t want to hurt Nick in any way, but the thought of having the much stronger man completely at his mercy, made Greg feel more powerful than ever, not to mention a lot harder too.
”If it’s getting too much just tell me, and I’ll take those off.” he added whispering hotly in the Texan’s ear, avoiding any further contact between their bodies. Nick didn’t seem to be freaked out by the situation, just shot him a death glare, but it wasn’t enough to hide his obvious desire. Greg could tell his jeans were getting really uncomfortable, hell his less tight ones were hardly bearable.
”Do you want me to take your jeans off?” he asked Nick in the calmest voice he could muster. His plan was to tease Nick, possibly until he’d broke their bed into pieces by struggling so hard, but he’d settle for some begging aswell. Nick just growled, and shifted restlessly, but his pinned wrists kept him from getting any more comfortable.
”You know Nicky, if you don’t beg nicely, I may just leave you here, go grab some dinner and come back later…” the blatant lie was really obvious, but it seemed to have its effect on Nick, as he tried to free his wrist once more, then a soft please left his mouth. Greg, not wanting to force Nick too much, began slowly unbuttoning said denim, and made sure to press on the bulge hard enough to relieve some pressure. He lost his own jeans in a record time, and went to take Nick's boxer briefs off, lightly stroking the impressive cock, which was already lying fully erect against the Texan's belly, precum pooling on the hard abs.
”What do you want baby? My hand? Mouth? Or shall I just fuck you? You know that you have to take whatever I want to do to you?” hissed Greg making Nick shudder.
”Fuck…” was the only answer he got, and Greg slapped again, now on the bare left thigh leaving a red, hand shaped area on the pale skin. The Texan’s moan was too close to sound like more for Greg to think it was a coincidence. He proceded to scratch the Texans right side this time a bit more forceful, leaving four angry red lines from the side of his chest to hipbone. Nick just arched, his breath hitching and moaning so loud, that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.
”Anything…just…don’t stop that!” and now, that was the closest to begging Greg had ever heard his boyfriend get. He couldn’t hide his smirk this time, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. Leaning in, he bit down on the exposed flesh of Nick’s neck, where his neck met his shoulder, still avoiding any other contact. Sucking on the skin, he was intent to leave the biggest hickey Nick had ever seen, soothing the red mark with his tongue. He went on licking Nick's bare chest, biting down on the firm muscle every now and then. The Texan was nowhere near coherency by now, babbling uncontrollably and arching into Greg's mouth helplessly, begging for more. The older man’s hard abs were his undoing, and Greg gave himself time to admire the rippling of the muscles at the slightest touch. Tracing random lines with one nail on Nick's six pack, soothing it with his tongue, Greg was really having a hard time executing his plan. Damn Nick, he was just too tempting and hot for a man to bear. He knew he was proceeding painfully slow, but he was enjoying his current power over Nick too much to just give it up yet.
He straddled Nick's thighs and slowly laid himself flat on his chest, like a cat, so he could run his hands on both sides of Nick, making him arch again. He attacked the underside of his jaw, exposed by the action, licking the sensitive skin there, making Nick beg in earnest now. Before Nick could get used to their new position, Greg suddenly slid down and took the whole length of Nick into his mouth, swallowing hard around the shaft. He kept his tongue pressed against the underside, hollowed his cheeks and did every trick he knew, to make Nick come as fast as possible. The Texan was thrusting his pulsing cock furiosly into Gregs mouth, and the blonde did only a half hearted job to keep him from it, just making sure he won’t choke.
It didn’t take long, and Nick was coming, arching off the bed, only his head and heels were touching the matress. The feral scream he let out, must have woken the whole neighbourhood, but neither of them cared. Greg pulled off at the last moment, letting Nick come all over his abdomen. He started licking the come off, biting on the muscles more forceful now, just because he wanted to take full advantage of his recently discovered knowledge about the Texan's kink, and giving him moments to recover.
When his eyes fluttered open, the blonde crawled up and sat on Nicks chest, his still throbbing cock taking up most of the older CSI’s line of sight.
”What to do, what to do?” mumbled Greg, as if checking his options
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”Fuckin’ tease!” came the Texan's voice still raspy from the previous scream.
”You know Nicky, I could fuck your face, just the way you did mine, and you couldn’t even keep me from chocking you.” Greg growled as a retaliaton. ”You have no idea how hot that is, seeing you bound, helpless, aroused and angry as hell, lying under me! I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long, you can’t even imagine, and I had to find out the hard way that you love it!” proving his point Greg moved slightly down and scraped his nails once again on both sides of the Texan, making Nick moan, and his cock twitch despite the powerful orgasm he’d just had. He proceeded to lick the angry red marks, he had left on the Texan’s torso, starting at his chest, puffing hot air on the scrapings and biting the nipples, he had been avoiding until now.
”God G, just fuck me already!” growled Nick, parting his legs, feet flat on the bed. He wanted to get back some control, after all, two could play this game, and Greg was still hard.
”Your wish is my command!” teased Greg. "Open wide!” he ordered, while sliding three fingers into the Texan’s eager mouth. He started sucking them hard, licking Greg’s fingers separately, his eyes never leaving the younger CSI’s. Greg had a wicked grin on his face, while he slid his other hand up, and curled his fingers around Nicks throat. The other man looked up surprised, but Greg couldn’t find even the slightest hint of fear in his eyes.
”Fuck that’s hot.” gasped the blonde, as he had one hand on Nicks throat, lightly stroking his Adams apple, the other in his mouth, and his lover was looking straight in his eyes, as if their roles were reversed. He could just let go, squeeze his neck, and Nick couldn’t even stop him from doing that. He shuddered at the thought. Its not that he could ever harm him…it was the power he was enjoying so much, maybe Nick had a point with his obsession for control.
”It’s okay, to give up sometimes baby.” he soothed Nick feeling him a little tense. Greg knew that he was using the last bits of his self control. The image of Nick sucking his fingers like he was having sex for the last time in his life, completely unaware of the hand around his neck, making low, satisfied noices in the back of his throat didn’t help him the last bit.
”Make them nice and wet, no lube for bad boys like you!” warned Greg, fighting to tore away his gaze, as Nick let his fingers slip from his mouth. The young CSI was letting go for real now. He was aware, that Nick was hardly ever bottoming, and he couldn’t just shove his cock into him, so he willed himself to slow down. Greg stuck two fingers in the Texan's ass roughly, after all, he wasn’t a blushing virgin either. He didn’t give him more than some seconds to adjust, a third finger following the first two, and Greg was pumping in and out of Nick’s ass in less than a minute.
The older man’s spent cock was coming back to life again, and he was writhing from the pain and pleasure his lover was giving him. Greg couldn’t wait any longer, removed his fingers, put his hands next to Nick’s chest to keep himself up, and buried his cock in Nick with one long thrust. Angling his hips to hit Nicks prostate, he was now pounding into the Texan with all he had. Greg was seeing stars and felt the familiar white explosion starting to blow up at the bottom of his spine. He had never felt so desperate and aroused in his entire life, and the constant moans coming from under him, didn’t help either. His hands gave in, and he collapsed on top of Nick, burying his face into the Texan's shoulder.
”Come on baby…come for me!” came the whispered plea from the older CSI, and Greg couldn’t help but comply, coming into Nick with a long moan. The friction from Gregs abs itself was enough to make Nick come for the second time that night, only seconds after his lover with a deep growl. Greg regained his consiousness after some seconds to find Nick completely blacked out, lying peacefully on the bed for the first time in the last hour. Greg woke him up softly stroking his sides and trailing feather light kisses along his jawline. Nick’s eyes fluttered open
”Are you…are you still mad at me?” was all he could ask.
”I was never mad at you…will you kill me, if I released you?” Greg asked him in a sheepish voice ”Never mind, it would be still totally worth it.” And with that he released Nick’s abused wrists from the cuffs, blowing cool air on the bruises.
”God that was…fuck.” was all Nick could answer, trying to move his stiff shoulders.
”Hey Stokes, do you really want me to spank you?” asked Greg in a joking tone, but Nick’s answer was not even close to what he’d expected. The Texan just turned slowly over, facing the side of the bed, pushing his ass closer to Greg, giving him full access, not even looking back, a soft promises... leaving his lips.
And Greg could just picture his face now, the familiar Texan blush taking its place on his cheeks. Finally he turned around still burning red. ”You have no idea how much I hate you right now!”
”I do know Nicky, I hate you too.” smiled Greg, and with that he wrapped himself around the Texan’s body, stroking soothing circles on his chest, dropping a quick kiss on his neck, and waiting for his breathing to even out. He was thrilled how close the older CSI was to ask him do it all over again, admitting that he loved every minute of it. He’d never expected this night turning out so well. Pulling the comforter over them, he fell into a blissful sleep, still sticky and wet, but he couldn't care less.
This was the closest to heaven he could imagine ever getting, and he was thankful that the shift worked out the way it did.