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Fic: 101 Nights of Seduction
Title: 101 Nights of Seduction
Author: _dh
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I know nothing about them, I'm making nothing off this.
Prompt: Desperate denial of attraction until character finally snaps under the constant seduction ploys of another.
A/N: sorry this is late, i posted it last night but didn't check to make sure it went through and found out today that it didn't
This was getting ridiculous.
Greg suppressed a sigh and took a half step forward. “There was nothing on the shirt, no spit, no semen, nothing that we can use.” Nick somehow managed to move that half step as well without looking like he was intentionally crowding his personal space.
”What about the rest of the clothes?”
His voice was right in his ear; pitched loud enough to sound normal, but low enough to vibrate against his neck. “I did...,” he coughed and tried again. “I did find something on the socks though.”
“Really?”
Again Nick seemed to move even closer. How the hell was he doing it? And why wasn’t anyone looking at them suspiciously? They were in the middle of the lab for crying out loud! He was already up against the table, he had nowhere to go and Nick was practically lying on his back. “There was some kind of fluid on the socks.”
“What?”
“I’m running it though now. We’ll know in a minute.” Trying to shift away from the other man wasn’t working. Or rather, it wasn’t doing anything for him. It felt like it was doing more than enough for Nick. He stopped moving. That was more than he needed to know. Way more. Way way way more. He couldn’t stop the certain amount of envy that flashed in his mind, which was followed quickly by the entirely unwelcome thought of, he wants to do what with that to me?!
“Page Grissom when it comes through, all right? Thanks, Greg.”
And he was gone like that. What the hell! He gets me all worked up like that and just leaves? Greg froze when those thoughts echoed in his head. No no no, it was a good thing Nick left. He had wanted him to leave. He didn’t want him hanging around, hanging all over him, rubbing against him, feeling him all along his back and legs, a solid, warm hot presence against and around him. No he most definitely did not want that…
Turning, he felt something in his lab coat pocket that hadn’t been there before. Not again. How did Nick always manage to leave behind those damn little notes? He hadn’t felt Nick move his hands and while he had been admittedly distracted, he was pretty sure he would have noticed that. Slipping a hand into the pocket he pulled it out.
…Jesus. He couldn’t stop the blush the spread down from his face as he read the words on the note. Or the heat that flared further down. Glancing from side to side to see if anyone noticed, his eyes met Nick’s through the glass. Nick smiled, winked, and walked away. Greg was frozen in place. Nick usually didn’t hang around after leaving his little notes. And he’d never seemed to acknowledge that they came from him. He usually acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened…at least until they next time he decided to blatantly come on to Greg.
This had been going on for just over three months now. Nick showed no sign of giving up - even though Greg, after the first month of Nick invading his personal space and leaving pornographic notes in his lab coat, had written his own note in response, I’m not gay.
Nick didn’t seem fazed by this. Which was ironic really, Mr. Texas-supposed-to-be-repressed-about-these-things was chasing a guy from California. Greg, he was reluctant to admit even to himself, was getting worn down by the constant attention. He was even getting curious. All those notes were making him wonder what it would be like with Nick. And maybe he should try it, just to see what it’s like, just once…no. There were a million reasons why this was a bad bad idea. Number one being, Nick was a coworker and those things never ended well I don’t think Nick wants it to end. Number two, Nick was male I don’t think Nick minds that. Number three, Greg was male I don’t want to be a virgin again.
Greg resolutely shut his mind off. He did not want to go there. There was no way the only thing keeping him from sleeping with a coworker was his reluctance to have to go through his first time again. But he was not thinking about that now, he was thinking about work. He knew Nick wouldn’t laugh, would probably be thrilled by it in fact, he knew he had been the first time he’d had sex with a virgin. He just hated…he didn’t know what he hated. He didn’t know why he was resisting…he really wanted to give in.
And that posed a problem. How? How does one let one’s pursuer know he’s ready to be caught? Was he ready? Nope, but he was pretty good at faking it. Which would be tough when Nick would be able to tell if he was really into it or not. And when did he decide to really go through with it?
One of his machines beeped, giving him the opportunity to turn his mind back to his work. And he mostly succeeded for the rest of the shift.
He was changing back into his street clothes when he felt someone move up close behind him. He turned and was confronted with a smiling Nick.
“You ready?”
A thousand double meanings to that flashed through his mind and Greg felt himself nodding before he could freak over any one of them. He got up and followed Nick out to the parking lot.
“Go get your car. I’ll wait here with mine so you can follow me.”
Greg nodded again. Oh good, more time for doubts and second guessing. And of course there was the odd chance that he’d just drive somewhere else for awhile.
But he didn’t. He followed Nick to his house, parking behind him, then staying in the car as Nick got out and went up to the front door. He turned when he realized Greg wasn’t behind him. He came back down and walked over to Greg’s car, leaning casually against the open window.
“You can go home if you want.”
“I know.”
“Or you can come inside.”
“I know.”
“You gonna decide any time soon?”
“I don’t know.”
Nick sighed. “Greg, go home.”
“No.” He made a decision. One he was shit scared of, but he’d decided. “I’m coming.”
* * * *
Nick tasted like toothpaste when did he have time to brush his teeth? and he smelt faintly of cinnamon and his strength against Greg’s own, his body leaning against Greg’s in the front hallway almost instantly made him painfully hard.
He gasped at the realization that he was really turned on by this. He really wanted this…wanted Nick, and all Nick had done was turn to Greg as the door shut behind him and pull him into a hungry, yet strangely gentle kiss.
He was really into this. He thought about blaming it on the lack of oxygen, but while he was being honest with himself, it was how good it felt, rubbing slowly against the thigh that was suddenly between his own, how good it felt as hands on his hips guided him to the side, allowing Nick to do the same.
He lost himself for awhile in the pleasure of the slow burn. He was comfortable, content…happy. He didn’t even mind that much when Nick’s thigh began guiding him backward. He went along quite willingly, only stopping when the backs of his knees ran into something soft.
Nick’s hands left his hips, gliding slowly upward, taking hold of his shirt on their way up. Up, over his head, their mouths separated, then Nick found his throat, his neck, the shell of his ear, his collarbone, his chest. As nick mouthed his way down, he pushed on Greg gently till he was sitting on the bed and Nick was kneeling between his legs.
A strong hand unbuttoned his jeans and slipped inside, past his briefs; pulling him carefully out and beginning a too soft caress that was matched by his mouth, moving slowly down Greg’s chest.
Greg fell back on the bed, catching himself on his elbows and bracing as Nick reached his destination and took Greg in his mouth.
“God, Nick, more…” His voice broke as Nick complied, taking him all the way in, sucking, curling his tongue around what he could reach.
Greg fell back the rest of the way; arms giving out as waves of pleasure washed over him. Hands on his hips kept him from thrusting, but just the fact that Nick’s mouth was on him brought orgasm on quicker than he was expecting.
When he finally opened his eyes, Nick was leaning over him, one hand rubbing slow circles on his stomach when did he start doing that? He smiled down at Greg. “You okay?”
Greg nodded. He wasn’t quite ready to try words, not after what he had just experienced. He’d been resisting Nick for what felt like months, so sure that he was straight, that Nick was just a good friend, that he wasn’t flattered by the attention, that he wasn’t turned on by Nick.
He rolled over toward Nick, ending flush against the other man’s body. “I don’t want to think right now, okay?”
It was kind’ve a non-sequitar, but Nick seemed to understand. He nodded and pulled Greg closer, sliding one hand underneath to tug Greg’s jeans off his waist. Greg lifted up and Nick took the opportunity to slide his briefs the rest of the way off as well.
That done Nick rolled Greg over onto his back and followed so he was straddling his waist. He undid the button of his own jeans and slid down the zipper, smiling at the way Greg’s gaze followed his movements.
“I can help you with that Greg, if you want.”
Greg nodded again, not sure what he was getting himself into, but more than willing to give it a shot.
“You can always say no. I won’t mind, I swear.”
The tone of Nick’s voice caused Greg to look up, and the seriousness in his eyes was comforting, reassuring. “Okay.”
Greg reached up and helped Nick climb out of his jeans.
Both naked now, Nick lowered his body onto Greg’s. Shifting position a little he murmured, “Easy G,” at the sound he made when they slid together just right. Nick lowered his mouth over Greg’s with a smile, beginning to move as their lips touched.
Greg surged up into the kiss, feeling the burn of arousal as Nick thrust into him. It was slow, not too urgent, a constant low level of pleasure and Greg shifted, trying to get more. Nick’s hand slid along his side, under his thigh, hitching his leg up so it was wrapped around Nick’s waist. Greg tightened his leg muscles, meeting Nick’s thrusts with leverage of his own, feeling the pleasure spike with the added contact. He lifted the other leg on his own, desperate for more.
Nick tilted his head to Greg’s neck, gently biting the soft skin there as his thrusts became more erratic, more forceful.
Greg’s legs were starting to tremble, but he just tightened them around Nick and followed him over the edge.
He woke up to the sound of an alarm, with Nick still half on top of him, one arm around his waist. Nick groaned and lifted his head out of the pillow. “Man, I do not want to get up.”
Feeling awkward for the first time since getting into bed with Nick, Greg didn’t say anything.
Nick sat up and seemed to notice Greg’s silence. “Hey, you okay? I didn’t want to push you...”
“No. It’s…I’m fine Nick. Just…”
“Still trying not to think about it?” Nick didn’t sound bitter, just curious…and almost amused.
“You’re okay with that?”
“Sure, I’ve been after you for almost four months and you’ve never once given me any sign you were thinking of going out with me. Then, all of a sudden, you come home with me and spend the night in my bed. I was half expecting you to bolt while I was sleeping.” He tried to make the last part sound like he was joking, but Greg could hear the fear in his voice. And that was what broke through his own fears.
“I’m still here,” it felt weird to be reassuring Nick and not the other way around. “I’m not going anywhere.” Weird, but good. He was lying naked in bed with Nick and he felt good. Comfortable. Happy.
Title: 101 Nights of Seduction
Author: _dh
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I know nothing about them, I'm making nothing off this.
Prompt: Desperate denial of attraction until character finally snaps under the constant seduction ploys of another.
A/N: sorry this is late, i posted it last night but didn't check to make sure it went through and found out today that it didn't
This was getting ridiculous.
Greg suppressed a sigh and took a half step forward. “There was nothing on the shirt, no spit, no semen, nothing that we can use.” Nick somehow managed to move that half step as well without looking like he was intentionally crowding his personal space.
”What about the rest of the clothes?”
His voice was right in his ear; pitched loud enough to sound normal, but low enough to vibrate against his neck. “I did...,” he coughed and tried again. “I did find something on the socks though.”
“Really?”
Again Nick seemed to move even closer. How the hell was he doing it? And why wasn’t anyone looking at them suspiciously? They were in the middle of the lab for crying out loud! He was already up against the table, he had nowhere to go and Nick was practically lying on his back. “There was some kind of fluid on the socks.”
“What?”
“I’m running it though now. We’ll know in a minute.” Trying to shift away from the other man wasn’t working. Or rather, it wasn’t doing anything for him. It felt like it was doing more than enough for Nick. He stopped moving. That was more than he needed to know. Way more. Way way way more. He couldn’t stop the certain amount of envy that flashed in his mind, which was followed quickly by the entirely unwelcome thought of, he wants to do what with that to me?!
“Page Grissom when it comes through, all right? Thanks, Greg.”
And he was gone like that. What the hell! He gets me all worked up like that and just leaves? Greg froze when those thoughts echoed in his head. No no no, it was a good thing Nick left. He had wanted him to leave. He didn’t want him hanging around, hanging all over him, rubbing against him, feeling him all along his back and legs, a solid, warm hot presence against and around him. No he most definitely did not want that…
Turning, he felt something in his lab coat pocket that hadn’t been there before. Not again. How did Nick always manage to leave behind those damn little notes? He hadn’t felt Nick move his hands and while he had been admittedly distracted, he was pretty sure he would have noticed that. Slipping a hand into the pocket he pulled it out.
…Jesus. He couldn’t stop the blush the spread down from his face as he read the words on the note. Or the heat that flared further down. Glancing from side to side to see if anyone noticed, his eyes met Nick’s through the glass. Nick smiled, winked, and walked away. Greg was frozen in place. Nick usually didn’t hang around after leaving his little notes. And he’d never seemed to acknowledge that they came from him. He usually acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened…at least until they next time he decided to blatantly come on to Greg.
This had been going on for just over three months now. Nick showed no sign of giving up - even though Greg, after the first month of Nick invading his personal space and leaving pornographic notes in his lab coat, had written his own note in response, I’m not gay.
Nick didn’t seem fazed by this. Which was ironic really, Mr. Texas-supposed-to-be-repressed-about-these-things was chasing a guy from California. Greg, he was reluctant to admit even to himself, was getting worn down by the constant attention. He was even getting curious. All those notes were making him wonder what it would be like with Nick. And maybe he should try it, just to see what it’s like, just once…no. There were a million reasons why this was a bad bad idea. Number one being, Nick was a coworker and those things never ended well I don’t think Nick wants it to end. Number two, Nick was male I don’t think Nick minds that. Number three, Greg was male I don’t want to be a virgin again.
Greg resolutely shut his mind off. He did not want to go there. There was no way the only thing keeping him from sleeping with a coworker was his reluctance to have to go through his first time again. But he was not thinking about that now, he was thinking about work. He knew Nick wouldn’t laugh, would probably be thrilled by it in fact, he knew he had been the first time he’d had sex with a virgin. He just hated…he didn’t know what he hated. He didn’t know why he was resisting…he really wanted to give in.
And that posed a problem. How? How does one let one’s pursuer know he’s ready to be caught? Was he ready? Nope, but he was pretty good at faking it. Which would be tough when Nick would be able to tell if he was really into it or not. And when did he decide to really go through with it?
One of his machines beeped, giving him the opportunity to turn his mind back to his work. And he mostly succeeded for the rest of the shift.
He was changing back into his street clothes when he felt someone move up close behind him. He turned and was confronted with a smiling Nick.
“You ready?”
A thousand double meanings to that flashed through his mind and Greg felt himself nodding before he could freak over any one of them. He got up and followed Nick out to the parking lot.
“Go get your car. I’ll wait here with mine so you can follow me.”
Greg nodded again. Oh good, more time for doubts and second guessing. And of course there was the odd chance that he’d just drive somewhere else for awhile.
But he didn’t. He followed Nick to his house, parking behind him, then staying in the car as Nick got out and went up to the front door. He turned when he realized Greg wasn’t behind him. He came back down and walked over to Greg’s car, leaning casually against the open window.
“You can go home if you want.”
“I know.”
“Or you can come inside.”
“I know.”
“You gonna decide any time soon?”
“I don’t know.”
Nick sighed. “Greg, go home.”
“No.” He made a decision. One he was shit scared of, but he’d decided. “I’m coming.”
* * * *
Nick tasted like toothpaste when did he have time to brush his teeth? and he smelt faintly of cinnamon and his strength against Greg’s own, his body leaning against Greg’s in the front hallway almost instantly made him painfully hard.
He gasped at the realization that he was really turned on by this. He really wanted this…wanted Nick, and all Nick had done was turn to Greg as the door shut behind him and pull him into a hungry, yet strangely gentle kiss.
He was really into this. He thought about blaming it on the lack of oxygen, but while he was being honest with himself, it was how good it felt, rubbing slowly against the thigh that was suddenly between his own, how good it felt as hands on his hips guided him to the side, allowing Nick to do the same.
He lost himself for awhile in the pleasure of the slow burn. He was comfortable, content…happy. He didn’t even mind that much when Nick’s thigh began guiding him backward. He went along quite willingly, only stopping when the backs of his knees ran into something soft.
Nick’s hands left his hips, gliding slowly upward, taking hold of his shirt on their way up. Up, over his head, their mouths separated, then Nick found his throat, his neck, the shell of his ear, his collarbone, his chest. As nick mouthed his way down, he pushed on Greg gently till he was sitting on the bed and Nick was kneeling between his legs.
A strong hand unbuttoned his jeans and slipped inside, past his briefs; pulling him carefully out and beginning a too soft caress that was matched by his mouth, moving slowly down Greg’s chest.
Greg fell back on the bed, catching himself on his elbows and bracing as Nick reached his destination and took Greg in his mouth.
“God, Nick, more…” His voice broke as Nick complied, taking him all the way in, sucking, curling his tongue around what he could reach.
Greg fell back the rest of the way; arms giving out as waves of pleasure washed over him. Hands on his hips kept him from thrusting, but just the fact that Nick’s mouth was on him brought orgasm on quicker than he was expecting.
When he finally opened his eyes, Nick was leaning over him, one hand rubbing slow circles on his stomach when did he start doing that? He smiled down at Greg. “You okay?”
Greg nodded. He wasn’t quite ready to try words, not after what he had just experienced. He’d been resisting Nick for what felt like months, so sure that he was straight, that Nick was just a good friend, that he wasn’t flattered by the attention, that he wasn’t turned on by Nick.
He rolled over toward Nick, ending flush against the other man’s body. “I don’t want to think right now, okay?”
It was kind’ve a non-sequitar, but Nick seemed to understand. He nodded and pulled Greg closer, sliding one hand underneath to tug Greg’s jeans off his waist. Greg lifted up and Nick took the opportunity to slide his briefs the rest of the way off as well.
That done Nick rolled Greg over onto his back and followed so he was straddling his waist. He undid the button of his own jeans and slid down the zipper, smiling at the way Greg’s gaze followed his movements.
“I can help you with that Greg, if you want.”
Greg nodded again, not sure what he was getting himself into, but more than willing to give it a shot.
“You can always say no. I won’t mind, I swear.”
The tone of Nick’s voice caused Greg to look up, and the seriousness in his eyes was comforting, reassuring. “Okay.”
Greg reached up and helped Nick climb out of his jeans.
Both naked now, Nick lowered his body onto Greg’s. Shifting position a little he murmured, “Easy G,” at the sound he made when they slid together just right. Nick lowered his mouth over Greg’s with a smile, beginning to move as their lips touched.
Greg surged up into the kiss, feeling the burn of arousal as Nick thrust into him. It was slow, not too urgent, a constant low level of pleasure and Greg shifted, trying to get more. Nick’s hand slid along his side, under his thigh, hitching his leg up so it was wrapped around Nick’s waist. Greg tightened his leg muscles, meeting Nick’s thrusts with leverage of his own, feeling the pleasure spike with the added contact. He lifted the other leg on his own, desperate for more.
Nick tilted his head to Greg’s neck, gently biting the soft skin there as his thrusts became more erratic, more forceful.
Greg’s legs were starting to tremble, but he just tightened them around Nick and followed him over the edge.
He woke up to the sound of an alarm, with Nick still half on top of him, one arm around his waist. Nick groaned and lifted his head out of the pillow. “Man, I do not want to get up.”
Feeling awkward for the first time since getting into bed with Nick, Greg didn’t say anything.
Nick sat up and seemed to notice Greg’s silence. “Hey, you okay? I didn’t want to push you...”
“No. It’s…I’m fine Nick. Just…”
“Still trying not to think about it?” Nick didn’t sound bitter, just curious…and almost amused.
“You’re okay with that?”
“Sure, I’ve been after you for almost four months and you’ve never once given me any sign you were thinking of going out with me. Then, all of a sudden, you come home with me and spend the night in my bed. I was half expecting you to bolt while I was sleeping.” He tried to make the last part sound like he was joking, but Greg could hear the fear in his voice. And that was what broke through his own fears.
“I’m still here,” it felt weird to be reassuring Nick and not the other way around. “I’m not going anywhere.” Weird, but good. He was lying naked in bed with Nick and he felt good. Comfortable. Happy.