Fic: Life Changes (24/?)
TITLE: Life Changes
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Nick/Greg
WARNINGS: Off color language and sexual descriptions.
SUMMARY: A casual remark can change a life
DISCLAIMER: If you don’t recognize it, it’s mine. Otherwise, everything belongs to Bruckheimer, CBS and Zuicker
Previous chapters can be found here
Nick had tried to ignore Greg’s questions but the man was like a pit bull going after a bone when he wanted to know something and he wanted to know everything.
When Nick tried to sit down in the chair and let out more than a hiss, in fact almost a groan of pain, Greg said, “OK that’s it. I’m calling Collin. He’ll tell me if you won’t.”
Nick said quickly, “Alright, I have an anal tear and it’s burning and itching like crazy.”
Greg was actually speechless. He just stared at Nick for a few seconds and then began to curse softly but fluently. He was getting a little louder and Nick began to pick up some words, most of them involved killing Collin in truly inhumane ways.
Nick said, “Whoa baby, it was not Collin’s fault.”
“Was it his prick in your ass?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me how it wasn’t his fault.”
“OK, I’ll tell you the whole story but you just relax and lay back. You’re sitting up too far and you’re tiring yourself.” Nick carefully lowered Greg back down until the pain lines in his forehead smoothed out a little, managed to find a spot on the end of the bed where he could put his weight on one hip and thought for a second about how to start.
Greg shook his head at Nick and said, “Oh no you don’t. I can see you trying to figure out how to tell me without making it sound too bad. You just open your mouth and start talking and you better do it fast. I can dial a number by voice on my computer and I have everyone programmed in here, including Larry, Steven and Collin.”
Nick nodded. “OK, here it is. You remember when I got here last night, Collin excused himself for a second. He went out to call his partners and tell them what you wanted and asked them how they felt about it. Evidently they needed some time to think about it and they called him back while we were heading out for something to eat. They gave him their blessing. We had a steak and went back to the house and….Oh Shit!!”
Greg said, “What, What’s the matter. What are you ‘Oh Shitting for’?”
Nick groaned out loud, “I just realized how much it’s going to hurt when I get rid of that steak and baked potato.”
Greg glared at Nick and said, “So help me God if you don’t get on with it, I’m going to call the two Goliath’s in here and have them work you over.”
“OK, where was I….Oh yeah, dinner. We started back to the house and Coll asked if I had the fixings for margarita’s. I didn’t so we stopped and picked up everything and he bought some really high end tequila. I made the drinks and I was so relaxed I guess I downed the first 2 a little too fast.”
Greg said, “Good God, Nick. If you fixed them like you usually do, two of them should have had you well on your way to being bombed.”
“I did and I was. The next thing I knew Coll was sitting next to me on the couch, he had his arm around me and was licking my ear. I was so blotto, I returned the favor and then he had his hand on my fly and was rubbing me and that’s when I realized what I was doing and tried to stop. He kept saying he was only doing what you wanted him to do and it was for my own good. He asked me how long it had been since I’d cum and I couldn’t answer him. I knew it was before you were hurt but I couldn’t remember just when it was. He started kissing me and between the drinks and the fact that he was familiar, his lips were familiar and the fact that it has been close to a year since I’ve had any, I guess I started kissing him back. I had him and you all mixed up in my mind and he kept saying you wanted me to let go and I had to do it to make you happy. I was so close to popping my cork but I felt like I was betraying my vows to you and I was trying to fight him off.“
“I got up and started to leave but he grabbed me and kept kissing me and I was going back and forth between kissing him back and trying to stop and then my shirt was gone and so was his and he’d gotten my pants open and we started fighting. He got me into the kitchen and face down across the kitchen table. He had those padded, leather handcuffs we bought when we were in Atlanta last time and he fastened one of my hands to one leg of the table and my other hand to the other leg. I was face down and I felt him pull my pants off and then he started kissing my back and biting my shoulders and all the way down to my ass and Greg, I’m so sorry but it felt so good I just wanted him to keep doing it but then I’d see your face and your ring on my hand and I’d try to stop.”
“When I felt the lube drip down my crack followed by his fingers, I really started fighting. I was jerking on the cuffs and trying to kick back at him. I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart and then I felt the head of his prick right against my hole and I just went crazy. I kept pulling and fighting the cuffs. I knew they had a safety stop on them and I should have been able to get them off but I couldn’t remember how to do it and then I felt him start to push in me and then……..”
Greg waited and waited and said, “AND THEN WHAT?”
Nick said, “And then the god damned table leg broke just as he was pushing into me, the table went down with me spread eagled on top of it and Coll literally fell in my butt hole. I think I felt his balls go in. Somehow, he never missed a stroke, grabbed my hips and kept me and the table from falling the rest of the way down and we both had one hell of an ending. I think I spurted cum that I’d produced 6 months before.”
Nick was so caught up in his story it took him a minute to realize that Greg was red-faced and was making some really strange noises. The noises turned into giggles and then hysterical laughter. Greg was roaring out loud and trying hard to say something between fits of laughter.
The door opened and Nancy came running in thinking that Greg was having some sort of relapse. When she saw that he was having hysterics but from laughter she stopped short and said, “What’s going on here?”
It was sort of a silly thing to say because Greg was in no condition to answer and Nick was just sitting there trying to look innocent; not that he was succeeding.
It took some time for order to be restored. Greg eventually started coughing and they had to get his breathing mask and then it was time to feed him and check his tubes and machines and give him his medications. Altogether it was a couple of hours before Nick and Greg were alone again.
Greg said, “Are you going to be alright?”
Nick smiled and took Greg’s hand and began to play with his fingers. “Yeah baby, I’m going to be just fine. Col made me soak in the Jacuzi and then he packed me with antiseptic ointment. I got to return the favor before the night was over so he’s walking a little funny right now too. I think I know why you did it but I don’t ever want you to do it again. OK?”
Greg said, “Are you going to treat me like a piece of glass or like your partner?”
Nick said, “I swear I will never, ever again forget the passion and heat we’ve always had between us. Its part of the life we’ve made together and I will do every thing I possibly can to get you healthy again and get us back to the way we were.”
“Nicky, we both need to face the fact that I’m probably never going to get back to the way I was. I don’t know if I will ever be able to sit up again without a hip joint and I may have this damn bag for the rest of my life and OH MY GOD!”
“What, What is it Greg? Are you in pain? Do you need Lamb Chop? What’s Wrong?”
Greg looked at Nick with absolute horror on his face and said, “Nick, my ass hasn’t had anything going in or out of it for months. Do you think its grown shut?”
Well needless to say, the OH MY GOD brought Nancy back in on a dead run. She skidded to a stop at the foot of the bed and said, “Now what’s wrong. You’re not laughing so it’s….Why is Nick laughing now?”
Nick was trying hard not to rock back and forth on his sore butt hole but the idea of Greg’s ass growing shut just hit his funny bone and he could not contain nor control himself. He finally had to get off the bed and just leaned against the wall laughing until the tears rolled.
Greg was not amused.
He was trying to ask Nancy if disuse of his rectum would make it grow together like pierced ears did when you didn’t wear your earrings for a long time. Nick was almost howling by now so Nancy wasn’t really getting everything Greg was saying. And it didn’t help when Sharise came in to take over from Nancy followed closely by Lamb Chop.
Greg lit up when he saw Lamb Chop and told him to come over to his bed; he needed to ask him something. Nick managed to choke down his howls of laughter because he really wanted to hear what Lamb Chop had to say.
Greg was very serious when he posed his question to Dr. Lambach. Unfortunately, Lamb Chop was so embarrassed by the question, all he could do was stammer and turn redder than his curls. Sharise saved the day. She told Greg if he was really worried about his ass growing together, she would go get him a butt plug. At that, Nick gave up and slid slowly down the wall, Nancy said her shift was over and she had to get home and Lamb Chop, well Lamb Chop didn’t say a word. He just fled.
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Greg had been home for 7 weeks now and Nick’s world had changed again. Now his life consisted of caring for Greg, rehab, caring for Greg, handling the hordes of people who wanted to spend time with him, caring for Greg, washing loads of sheets and towels and caring for Greg.
He was happy. He felt ashamed of himself for being so happy. He was pretty sure he could spend the rest of his life doing exactly what he was doing right then. He had one more week and then he would be going back to work. Catherine and Annie Brass had worked out a schedule so that Greg would have company on a regular basis. They had spent almost two weeks on the routine mainly because so many people had volunteered to take a shift it was hard to work them all in. Greg’s rehab was the only dark cloud in his blue skies. It was slow going and it was so painful. He’d had to leave the house a couple of times when Greg could not hold in the screams of pain. His muscles were non-existent. His limbs were almost frozen and just the simple stretching to get them limber again was like putting him on the rack. His physical therapist came to their home every morning to put Greg through his exercises. He was more than willing to teach all of them how to do the routines because he said if Greg could stand it, doing them twice a day would get him in shape much sooner. Oddly enough, with the exception of Grissom and Hodges, none of the guys were able to stand the strain of putting Greg through the torture. But the women, almost every single one of their female friends including both mothers had no problems at all. They might be stretching his legs with tears rolling down their cheeks but they didn’t miss a single second of his training.
All the attention and torture was working. Greg was able to move his arms and legs; he could flex his feet up and down and almost cried with joy the day he was able to lift his hand up far enough to scratch his nose. Sitting up was really hard for him. Trying to balance with no hip joint on one side was not easy. They had to pad him with pillows to keep him even and balanced and he got tired so fast. It was frustrating to spend 30 or 40 minutes getting him situated in his chair and then after 10 or 15 minutes he was gray with pain and fatigue and had to be put back to bed.
One big triumph came when the penile catheter was removed. Greg went through hell for almost 4 full days but he insisted it was all worth it. Nick couldn’t figure out how peeing blood and gritting his teeth with pain every time he pissed was worth it but that’s what Greg said. Later, when he and Nick were alone, he told Nick that maybe now he could get a hard on again and he could hardly wait. Nick told Greg he was re-writing the books on wound control and pain management and he was including whole chapters on sex as therapy.
A few days before Nick was scheduled to return to work, they had a visitor. LeAnn Campbell dropped by. Jacob Campbell’s wife had become one of their closest friends and they considered her and her little girl Leah part of their family. She had been pursuing a career as a registered nurse before Jacob was killed and had resumed her studies when she realized she needed to provide a normal environment for Leah. She would never worry about money again. Jacob had excellent insurance through the state of Nevada plus she got social security for Leah. But she needed to do something with her time and her life. Sitting at home grieving was not good for her or her daughter so she went back to nursing determined to keep things going the way she knew Jacob would have wanted.
She had come to another important, life changing decision. She needed to talk with Greg and Nick now that she was sure of what she wanted, no not wanted, what she needed to do.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Nick/Greg
WARNINGS: Off color language and sexual descriptions.
SUMMARY: A casual remark can change a life
DISCLAIMER: If you don’t recognize it, it’s mine. Otherwise, everything belongs to Bruckheimer, CBS and Zuicker
Previous chapters can be found here
Nick had tried to ignore Greg’s questions but the man was like a pit bull going after a bone when he wanted to know something and he wanted to know everything.
When Nick tried to sit down in the chair and let out more than a hiss, in fact almost a groan of pain, Greg said, “OK that’s it. I’m calling Collin. He’ll tell me if you won’t.”
Nick said quickly, “Alright, I have an anal tear and it’s burning and itching like crazy.”
Greg was actually speechless. He just stared at Nick for a few seconds and then began to curse softly but fluently. He was getting a little louder and Nick began to pick up some words, most of them involved killing Collin in truly inhumane ways.
Nick said, “Whoa baby, it was not Collin’s fault.”
“Was it his prick in your ass?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me how it wasn’t his fault.”
“OK, I’ll tell you the whole story but you just relax and lay back. You’re sitting up too far and you’re tiring yourself.” Nick carefully lowered Greg back down until the pain lines in his forehead smoothed out a little, managed to find a spot on the end of the bed where he could put his weight on one hip and thought for a second about how to start.
Greg shook his head at Nick and said, “Oh no you don’t. I can see you trying to figure out how to tell me without making it sound too bad. You just open your mouth and start talking and you better do it fast. I can dial a number by voice on my computer and I have everyone programmed in here, including Larry, Steven and Collin.”
Nick nodded. “OK, here it is. You remember when I got here last night, Collin excused himself for a second. He went out to call his partners and tell them what you wanted and asked them how they felt about it. Evidently they needed some time to think about it and they called him back while we were heading out for something to eat. They gave him their blessing. We had a steak and went back to the house and….Oh Shit!!”
Greg said, “What, What’s the matter. What are you ‘Oh Shitting for’?”
Nick groaned out loud, “I just realized how much it’s going to hurt when I get rid of that steak and baked potato.”
Greg glared at Nick and said, “So help me God if you don’t get on with it, I’m going to call the two Goliath’s in here and have them work you over.”
“OK, where was I….Oh yeah, dinner. We started back to the house and Coll asked if I had the fixings for margarita’s. I didn’t so we stopped and picked up everything and he bought some really high end tequila. I made the drinks and I was so relaxed I guess I downed the first 2 a little too fast.”
Greg said, “Good God, Nick. If you fixed them like you usually do, two of them should have had you well on your way to being bombed.”
“I did and I was. The next thing I knew Coll was sitting next to me on the couch, he had his arm around me and was licking my ear. I was so blotto, I returned the favor and then he had his hand on my fly and was rubbing me and that’s when I realized what I was doing and tried to stop. He kept saying he was only doing what you wanted him to do and it was for my own good. He asked me how long it had been since I’d cum and I couldn’t answer him. I knew it was before you were hurt but I couldn’t remember just when it was. He started kissing me and between the drinks and the fact that he was familiar, his lips were familiar and the fact that it has been close to a year since I’ve had any, I guess I started kissing him back. I had him and you all mixed up in my mind and he kept saying you wanted me to let go and I had to do it to make you happy. I was so close to popping my cork but I felt like I was betraying my vows to you and I was trying to fight him off.“
“I got up and started to leave but he grabbed me and kept kissing me and I was going back and forth between kissing him back and trying to stop and then my shirt was gone and so was his and he’d gotten my pants open and we started fighting. He got me into the kitchen and face down across the kitchen table. He had those padded, leather handcuffs we bought when we were in Atlanta last time and he fastened one of my hands to one leg of the table and my other hand to the other leg. I was face down and I felt him pull my pants off and then he started kissing my back and biting my shoulders and all the way down to my ass and Greg, I’m so sorry but it felt so good I just wanted him to keep doing it but then I’d see your face and your ring on my hand and I’d try to stop.”
“When I felt the lube drip down my crack followed by his fingers, I really started fighting. I was jerking on the cuffs and trying to kick back at him. I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart and then I felt the head of his prick right against my hole and I just went crazy. I kept pulling and fighting the cuffs. I knew they had a safety stop on them and I should have been able to get them off but I couldn’t remember how to do it and then I felt him start to push in me and then……..”
Greg waited and waited and said, “AND THEN WHAT?”
Nick said, “And then the god damned table leg broke just as he was pushing into me, the table went down with me spread eagled on top of it and Coll literally fell in my butt hole. I think I felt his balls go in. Somehow, he never missed a stroke, grabbed my hips and kept me and the table from falling the rest of the way down and we both had one hell of an ending. I think I spurted cum that I’d produced 6 months before.”
Nick was so caught up in his story it took him a minute to realize that Greg was red-faced and was making some really strange noises. The noises turned into giggles and then hysterical laughter. Greg was roaring out loud and trying hard to say something between fits of laughter.
The door opened and Nancy came running in thinking that Greg was having some sort of relapse. When she saw that he was having hysterics but from laughter she stopped short and said, “What’s going on here?”
It was sort of a silly thing to say because Greg was in no condition to answer and Nick was just sitting there trying to look innocent; not that he was succeeding.
It took some time for order to be restored. Greg eventually started coughing and they had to get his breathing mask and then it was time to feed him and check his tubes and machines and give him his medications. Altogether it was a couple of hours before Nick and Greg were alone again.
Greg said, “Are you going to be alright?”
Nick smiled and took Greg’s hand and began to play with his fingers. “Yeah baby, I’m going to be just fine. Col made me soak in the Jacuzi and then he packed me with antiseptic ointment. I got to return the favor before the night was over so he’s walking a little funny right now too. I think I know why you did it but I don’t ever want you to do it again. OK?”
Greg said, “Are you going to treat me like a piece of glass or like your partner?”
Nick said, “I swear I will never, ever again forget the passion and heat we’ve always had between us. Its part of the life we’ve made together and I will do every thing I possibly can to get you healthy again and get us back to the way we were.”
“Nicky, we both need to face the fact that I’m probably never going to get back to the way I was. I don’t know if I will ever be able to sit up again without a hip joint and I may have this damn bag for the rest of my life and OH MY GOD!”
“What, What is it Greg? Are you in pain? Do you need Lamb Chop? What’s Wrong?”
Greg looked at Nick with absolute horror on his face and said, “Nick, my ass hasn’t had anything going in or out of it for months. Do you think its grown shut?”
Well needless to say, the OH MY GOD brought Nancy back in on a dead run. She skidded to a stop at the foot of the bed and said, “Now what’s wrong. You’re not laughing so it’s….Why is Nick laughing now?”
Nick was trying hard not to rock back and forth on his sore butt hole but the idea of Greg’s ass growing shut just hit his funny bone and he could not contain nor control himself. He finally had to get off the bed and just leaned against the wall laughing until the tears rolled.
Greg was not amused.
He was trying to ask Nancy if disuse of his rectum would make it grow together like pierced ears did when you didn’t wear your earrings for a long time. Nick was almost howling by now so Nancy wasn’t really getting everything Greg was saying. And it didn’t help when Sharise came in to take over from Nancy followed closely by Lamb Chop.
Greg lit up when he saw Lamb Chop and told him to come over to his bed; he needed to ask him something. Nick managed to choke down his howls of laughter because he really wanted to hear what Lamb Chop had to say.
Greg was very serious when he posed his question to Dr. Lambach. Unfortunately, Lamb Chop was so embarrassed by the question, all he could do was stammer and turn redder than his curls. Sharise saved the day. She told Greg if he was really worried about his ass growing together, she would go get him a butt plug. At that, Nick gave up and slid slowly down the wall, Nancy said her shift was over and she had to get home and Lamb Chop, well Lamb Chop didn’t say a word. He just fled.
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Greg had been home for 7 weeks now and Nick’s world had changed again. Now his life consisted of caring for Greg, rehab, caring for Greg, handling the hordes of people who wanted to spend time with him, caring for Greg, washing loads of sheets and towels and caring for Greg.
He was happy. He felt ashamed of himself for being so happy. He was pretty sure he could spend the rest of his life doing exactly what he was doing right then. He had one more week and then he would be going back to work. Catherine and Annie Brass had worked out a schedule so that Greg would have company on a regular basis. They had spent almost two weeks on the routine mainly because so many people had volunteered to take a shift it was hard to work them all in. Greg’s rehab was the only dark cloud in his blue skies. It was slow going and it was so painful. He’d had to leave the house a couple of times when Greg could not hold in the screams of pain. His muscles were non-existent. His limbs were almost frozen and just the simple stretching to get them limber again was like putting him on the rack. His physical therapist came to their home every morning to put Greg through his exercises. He was more than willing to teach all of them how to do the routines because he said if Greg could stand it, doing them twice a day would get him in shape much sooner. Oddly enough, with the exception of Grissom and Hodges, none of the guys were able to stand the strain of putting Greg through the torture. But the women, almost every single one of their female friends including both mothers had no problems at all. They might be stretching his legs with tears rolling down their cheeks but they didn’t miss a single second of his training.
All the attention and torture was working. Greg was able to move his arms and legs; he could flex his feet up and down and almost cried with joy the day he was able to lift his hand up far enough to scratch his nose. Sitting up was really hard for him. Trying to balance with no hip joint on one side was not easy. They had to pad him with pillows to keep him even and balanced and he got tired so fast. It was frustrating to spend 30 or 40 minutes getting him situated in his chair and then after 10 or 15 minutes he was gray with pain and fatigue and had to be put back to bed.
One big triumph came when the penile catheter was removed. Greg went through hell for almost 4 full days but he insisted it was all worth it. Nick couldn’t figure out how peeing blood and gritting his teeth with pain every time he pissed was worth it but that’s what Greg said. Later, when he and Nick were alone, he told Nick that maybe now he could get a hard on again and he could hardly wait. Nick told Greg he was re-writing the books on wound control and pain management and he was including whole chapters on sex as therapy.
A few days before Nick was scheduled to return to work, they had a visitor. LeAnn Campbell dropped by. Jacob Campbell’s wife had become one of their closest friends and they considered her and her little girl Leah part of their family. She had been pursuing a career as a registered nurse before Jacob was killed and had resumed her studies when she realized she needed to provide a normal environment for Leah. She would never worry about money again. Jacob had excellent insurance through the state of Nevada plus she got social security for Leah. But she needed to do something with her time and her life. Sitting at home grieving was not good for her or her daughter so she went back to nursing determined to keep things going the way she knew Jacob would have wanted.
She had come to another important, life changing decision. She needed to talk with Greg and Nick now that she was sure of what she wanted, no not wanted, what she needed to do.