Fingers
Title: Fingers
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS.
Author's notes: Written for nelle816 for making me some lovely banners for my profile.
Summary: Set season 5 - Greg's beyond upset with the whole Tara Matthews case. Nick comforts him.
As he drove, Greg couldn’t get the image of Tara Matthews out of his head. Her injuries, her small groans of discomfort, pain as her damaged nerves misfired, kept flashing through his mind. But worst of all, was the smell.
From outside her room looked completely aseptic, and looked like it would smell like a hospital, smell like disinfectant, clean. But it didn’t. It stunk. Burnt flesh was just something he’d never get used to. He’d smelled a burn victim before, in the morgue. But he hadn’t been burned nearly as bad as Tara was and he was dead. Tara was alive, her burns were wounds and so smelled like wounds.
Burnt flesh and wounds. It was never a good mix.
Pulling over, he turned off the engine and rested his head on the steering wheel and took in a couple of deep breaths. As he let his eyes fall shut for just a second, he was back there, back in that hospital room with her and it was horrifying enough to jerk him back up away from the steering wheel.
And then someone knocked on the window.
Greg couldn’t stop himself from screaming in fright at the sound, clutching at his chest as he turned to see who it was.
“Hey,” the friendly face smiled at him through the closed window, “What you doing here?”
It was only then that Greg realised where he was. He wasn’t sitting outside his own apartment like he had thought he was. He was sitting outside of Nick’s.
“Uh…” he trailed off as he looked back at Nick who was now giving him a look of deep concern.
“Come on,” Nick said as he opened up the door, “You can tell me all about it.”
Greg just nodded and climbed out of the car, following Nick as he led the way up to his apartment. As they stepped inside, he stood and watched as Nick dumped the bag of groceries he was carrying on the worktop and begun to unpack them.
“You want a coffee?” Nick asked him.
“Uh, no. No thanks.”
Nick paused to stare at him, a box of eggs hanging precariously in his left hand. But he didn’t comment instead just turning to put them away, another frown set on his face.
“Sit down,” he said as he grabbed the last couple of items, “Make yourself at home.”
Greg slipped his jacket off and made his way over to the couch, sitting down and staring at all the photographs on Nick’s wall, photos of his parents, his sisters, the guys from work and then there was one of just the two of them from Warrick’s birthday party earlier that year. Greg had never seen it before, but it was nice. They both looked very happy.
“So what’s eatin you?” Nick asked as he sat down next to him, “You have a bad night?”
“Uh, yeah. You could say that,” Greg nodded.
“Burn victim right?” Nick asked, his voice soft and full of concern.
“I had to collect her fingers,” he said so quietly that Nick almost missed it, “For finger printing. Doctor just cut them off. She didn’t even flinch.”
Nick was silent, letting Greg talk, his only reaction being to rest a gentle hand on Greg’s shoulder.
Greg didn’t say anything else though, just leaning forward, subconsciously rubbing at his nose before resting his face in his hands. Nick immediately pulled him into his arms, holding him tight and letting him cry silently onto his shoulder.
“It’s okay,” he said softly, “It’s good that she can’t feel that kind of pain. She’s not suffering.”
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Greg sobbed, “Don’t want to see anything like it again. How can someone be so cruel? How could they do that to her?”
Nick sighed, his hands gently stroking its way through Greg’s hair, “I don’t know,” he told him, “And a part of me is thankful that I don’t know, that we’ll never know.”
Greg pulled back from him, nodding slightly, “How do I get her out of my head? How do I forget what she looks like, how she smelled… her husband when I told him that was his wife… I just, I can’t…”
Nick couldn’t hold back any longer. He pushed forward, capturing Greg’s wet lips in his own, cutting off whatever he’d been about to say. Greg froze, taken by surprise, but just as Nick was about to pull back, Greg started to respond, wrapping his hand round Nick’s neck and holding him in place.
Nick didn’t need any more encouragement than that, wrapping his arms around Greg’s body and pulling him close to him, eliciting a soft moan from Greg as he did so. They kissed each other hard, both of them fighting for dominance before Nick finally pulled back, leaving them both gasping for breath.
“Sorry,” he panted, “I shouldn’t have.”
Greg rested his forehead against Nick’s and stared into his big brown eyes, “Yes you should,” he whispered.
Nick stared at him for a moment, before leaning back in for another kiss, only this time it wasn’t nearly as heated and desperate as before. He took his time, learning the feel of Greg’s lips against his own, letting their tongues tangle together as his hands ran up and down Greg’s back, gently massaging at his tired muscles with his fingers.
And then things started to heat up.
Greg pushed up, swinging his leg over Nick’s lap, straddling his thighs. He trailed his hand down Nick’s chest pulling his t-shirt out of his waistband, grazing his fingers over his navel and making Nick gasp into his mouth.
And then before Nick knew what was happening, his t-shirt was up and over his head, falling to the floor as he practically ripped Greg’s shirt open. He slipped his hands inside, tracing the smooth skin of Greg’s strong shoulders as he pushed the shirt all the way off.
Greg pulled back from his mouth as he shrugged the shirt the rest of the way off, but before he could reattach his lips to Nick’s, Nick had stood up, lifting him with him and gripping onto him tight to stop him from falling.
“I was just about to head back to bed,” Nick told him, “Get some shut eye before shift tonight.”
Greg nodded and wrapped his legs around his waist, “Sounds like a plan,” he told him before finally leaning back in for that kiss.
Nick held on tight and walked them through to his bedroom. As he hadn’t actually been expecting anyone, it was uncharacteristically messy, the bed unmade and dirty laundry strewn across the floor. As he was busy kissing Greg, he didn’t spot yesterday’s shirt until he tripped over it, making him throw Greg down onto the bed.
Greg gave a yelp of surprise before smiling at him and pulling him down on top of him.
Nick smiled into the kiss, relishing the feeling of Greg’s light touch on his skin, his fingers threading through his short hair to hold him in place. Settling himself over Greg, he gently trailed a hand down his body, making Greg’s skin tingle, forcing him to shiver and gasp softly into his mouth.
Nick didn’t stop though, he carried on, letting his hand make its way down Greg’s body until it settled on his belt. Pulling back from the kiss, he looked down at Greg, making sure that he knew just what he was getting into and where this was going before he carried on. Greg gave him a small nod, his eyes burning into his own, daring him to stop.
But he didn’t.
Pulling back so that he was sitting up on his knees, Nick made quick work of removing Greg’s pants before practically throwing his own to the other side of the room. As he turned back to Greg, he was taken by surprise as Greg reached up and made quick work of getting him out of his underwear.
Greg couldn’t quite believe what was happening. He’d come here, subconsciously seeking out Nick’s company for a distraction and comfort, but when he’d walked through his apartment door, this certainly wasn’t what he’d expected. However, as he felt Nick’s tongue on his neck, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“How you wanna do this?” Nick all but whispered to him.
“I don’t care,” Greg told him, “Just fuck me.”
Nick bent his head to kiss him again, possessing his mouth with his own and making him buck up into his hand. And then he started to kiss and lick his way down Greg’s body, gently scraping his teeth over the golden skin of his stomach before coming to a stop just below his belly button.
Glancing up at Greg, he noticed that he was breathing rather heavily in anticipation and he wasn’t about to disappoint. Bending his head, he slowly licked his way all the way up his cock, flicking his tongue over the tip and making Greg gasp before opening wide and taking him deep into his mouth.
Greg moaned as he felt himself being wrapped up in the tight, wet, heat of Nick’s mouth, his talented tongue working wonders. It was, in one word, amazing. He hadn’t felt anything like this for a long, long time if ever. Nick was a genius!
If Nick had been able to smile, he would’ve been grinning at Greg’s reaction to his ministrations, but as it was his mouth was a little busy. He wanted to take his time, to make it last as long as he could, to drive Greg wild and thoroughly distract him from all the pain he was feeling. But Greg seemed to have other ideas as he reached down, stroking his fingers over his scalp and began to buck up into his mouth.
Nick had no choice but to suck on him in earnest, his head bobbing up and down quicker and quicker. Until finally, with a shout, Greg emptied himself into his mouth.
Swallowing him all down, Nick let him fall from his mouth with a loud pop before smiling and working his way back up Greg’s body to kiss him again. Greg was completely pliant underneath him, unable to do anything but just lie there and let Nick kiss him.
Nick hadn’t intended to spend so long just kissing him, but his lips were so soft and the kisses were so delicious that he found it difficult to pull himself away. However, as his cock rubbed off of Greg’s thigh, sending delightful friction shooting through his body, he was reminded that Greg had demanded that he fuck him.
Reaching into his bedside drawer, he pulled out what he needed and got to work. He sat back on his heels and quickly pulled on the condom, aware that Greg was watching him closely as he did so, and then he spread a generous amount of lube over himself before leaning back down.
Greg spread his legs wide for him, giving him room to push a couple of lubed up fingers into him. Greg moaned softly, biting his bottom lip as he welcomed Nick’s fingers into him.
Nick watched Greg closely as he moved his hand in and out of him, watched as his breathing became quicker, as his cheeks became flushed and he spread his legs even wider. Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed him. Smiling down at him when Greg looked up with lust filled eyes. But then, Greg reached down and gripped hard at his ass, letting him know that he wanted things to hurry along.
Trying his best not to appear too enthusiastic, Nick quickly pulled out his fingers before replacing them with the head of his cock. Once he was in position, he looked back to Greg, just in time before he was pulled into a hard kiss. And then, he pushed in.
Greg gasped into his mouth and pulled back, his body flexing up off the bed as he too Nick in even deeper.
Greg felt so amazing, felt so good around him that Nick had to close his eyes and count to ten to stop himself from coming right there and then. He was struggling to get himself to calm down until he felt Greg’s nimble fingers on his jaw and he opened his eyes.
The way Greg was looking at him, staring up at him with such a need and passion that Nick knew, even if it did end quicker than he would like, it would still be amazing.
Slowly, he began to move, pulling out of Greg slowly before pushing back in, making them both groan loudly. They took their time, their hips moving together while their hands explored each other’s bodies. And then Greg had pushed up to kiss Nick again, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and stopping him from going very far when they pulled apart.
As he moved, Nick rested his forehead on top of Greg’s, staring into his sparkling eyes as he began to pick up some momentum.
With their close proximity, the amount of lust and desire pouring from both of them, the intensity of their movements, it wasn’t long before they were both yelling loudly as their bodies finally succumbed to pleasure.
As they pulled apart, Nick rolling to the side, their arms and legs remained entwined as they clung to one another, kissing each other softly as neither one was willing to let go quite yet.
“Do you wanna stay?” Nick asked him, gently stroking a hand down his face.
“Is that okay?” Greg asked.
“Of course it is,” Nick told him, leaning back in for another kiss, “Now let’s get some sleep.”
Greg wrapped himself around Nick, holding on tight and resting his head on his shoulder. As his eyes fell closed, he no longer saw Tara Matthews, his nostrils were no longer filled with the scent of burnt flesh. Instead he saw Nick, smiling down at him, and the only scent filling his nostrils was that of Nick himself and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS.
Author's notes: Written for nelle816 for making me some lovely banners for my profile.
Summary: Set season 5 - Greg's beyond upset with the whole Tara Matthews case. Nick comforts him.
As he drove, Greg couldn’t get the image of Tara Matthews out of his head. Her injuries, her small groans of discomfort, pain as her damaged nerves misfired, kept flashing through his mind. But worst of all, was the smell.
From outside her room looked completely aseptic, and looked like it would smell like a hospital, smell like disinfectant, clean. But it didn’t. It stunk. Burnt flesh was just something he’d never get used to. He’d smelled a burn victim before, in the morgue. But he hadn’t been burned nearly as bad as Tara was and he was dead. Tara was alive, her burns were wounds and so smelled like wounds.
Burnt flesh and wounds. It was never a good mix.
Pulling over, he turned off the engine and rested his head on the steering wheel and took in a couple of deep breaths. As he let his eyes fall shut for just a second, he was back there, back in that hospital room with her and it was horrifying enough to jerk him back up away from the steering wheel.
And then someone knocked on the window.
Greg couldn’t stop himself from screaming in fright at the sound, clutching at his chest as he turned to see who it was.
“Hey,” the friendly face smiled at him through the closed window, “What you doing here?”
It was only then that Greg realised where he was. He wasn’t sitting outside his own apartment like he had thought he was. He was sitting outside of Nick’s.
“Uh…” he trailed off as he looked back at Nick who was now giving him a look of deep concern.
“Come on,” Nick said as he opened up the door, “You can tell me all about it.”
Greg just nodded and climbed out of the car, following Nick as he led the way up to his apartment. As they stepped inside, he stood and watched as Nick dumped the bag of groceries he was carrying on the worktop and begun to unpack them.
“You want a coffee?” Nick asked him.
“Uh, no. No thanks.”
Nick paused to stare at him, a box of eggs hanging precariously in his left hand. But he didn’t comment instead just turning to put them away, another frown set on his face.
“Sit down,” he said as he grabbed the last couple of items, “Make yourself at home.”
Greg slipped his jacket off and made his way over to the couch, sitting down and staring at all the photographs on Nick’s wall, photos of his parents, his sisters, the guys from work and then there was one of just the two of them from Warrick’s birthday party earlier that year. Greg had never seen it before, but it was nice. They both looked very happy.
“So what’s eatin you?” Nick asked as he sat down next to him, “You have a bad night?”
“Uh, yeah. You could say that,” Greg nodded.
“Burn victim right?” Nick asked, his voice soft and full of concern.
“I had to collect her fingers,” he said so quietly that Nick almost missed it, “For finger printing. Doctor just cut them off. She didn’t even flinch.”
Nick was silent, letting Greg talk, his only reaction being to rest a gentle hand on Greg’s shoulder.
Greg didn’t say anything else though, just leaning forward, subconsciously rubbing at his nose before resting his face in his hands. Nick immediately pulled him into his arms, holding him tight and letting him cry silently onto his shoulder.
“It’s okay,” he said softly, “It’s good that she can’t feel that kind of pain. She’s not suffering.”
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Greg sobbed, “Don’t want to see anything like it again. How can someone be so cruel? How could they do that to her?”
Nick sighed, his hands gently stroking its way through Greg’s hair, “I don’t know,” he told him, “And a part of me is thankful that I don’t know, that we’ll never know.”
Greg pulled back from him, nodding slightly, “How do I get her out of my head? How do I forget what she looks like, how she smelled… her husband when I told him that was his wife… I just, I can’t…”
Nick couldn’t hold back any longer. He pushed forward, capturing Greg’s wet lips in his own, cutting off whatever he’d been about to say. Greg froze, taken by surprise, but just as Nick was about to pull back, Greg started to respond, wrapping his hand round Nick’s neck and holding him in place.
Nick didn’t need any more encouragement than that, wrapping his arms around Greg’s body and pulling him close to him, eliciting a soft moan from Greg as he did so. They kissed each other hard, both of them fighting for dominance before Nick finally pulled back, leaving them both gasping for breath.
“Sorry,” he panted, “I shouldn’t have.”
Greg rested his forehead against Nick’s and stared into his big brown eyes, “Yes you should,” he whispered.
Nick stared at him for a moment, before leaning back in for another kiss, only this time it wasn’t nearly as heated and desperate as before. He took his time, learning the feel of Greg’s lips against his own, letting their tongues tangle together as his hands ran up and down Greg’s back, gently massaging at his tired muscles with his fingers.
And then things started to heat up.
Greg pushed up, swinging his leg over Nick’s lap, straddling his thighs. He trailed his hand down Nick’s chest pulling his t-shirt out of his waistband, grazing his fingers over his navel and making Nick gasp into his mouth.
And then before Nick knew what was happening, his t-shirt was up and over his head, falling to the floor as he practically ripped Greg’s shirt open. He slipped his hands inside, tracing the smooth skin of Greg’s strong shoulders as he pushed the shirt all the way off.
Greg pulled back from his mouth as he shrugged the shirt the rest of the way off, but before he could reattach his lips to Nick’s, Nick had stood up, lifting him with him and gripping onto him tight to stop him from falling.
“I was just about to head back to bed,” Nick told him, “Get some shut eye before shift tonight.”
Greg nodded and wrapped his legs around his waist, “Sounds like a plan,” he told him before finally leaning back in for that kiss.
Nick held on tight and walked them through to his bedroom. As he hadn’t actually been expecting anyone, it was uncharacteristically messy, the bed unmade and dirty laundry strewn across the floor. As he was busy kissing Greg, he didn’t spot yesterday’s shirt until he tripped over it, making him throw Greg down onto the bed.
Greg gave a yelp of surprise before smiling at him and pulling him down on top of him.
Nick smiled into the kiss, relishing the feeling of Greg’s light touch on his skin, his fingers threading through his short hair to hold him in place. Settling himself over Greg, he gently trailed a hand down his body, making Greg’s skin tingle, forcing him to shiver and gasp softly into his mouth.
Nick didn’t stop though, he carried on, letting his hand make its way down Greg’s body until it settled on his belt. Pulling back from the kiss, he looked down at Greg, making sure that he knew just what he was getting into and where this was going before he carried on. Greg gave him a small nod, his eyes burning into his own, daring him to stop.
But he didn’t.
Pulling back so that he was sitting up on his knees, Nick made quick work of removing Greg’s pants before practically throwing his own to the other side of the room. As he turned back to Greg, he was taken by surprise as Greg reached up and made quick work of getting him out of his underwear.
Greg couldn’t quite believe what was happening. He’d come here, subconsciously seeking out Nick’s company for a distraction and comfort, but when he’d walked through his apartment door, this certainly wasn’t what he’d expected. However, as he felt Nick’s tongue on his neck, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“How you wanna do this?” Nick all but whispered to him.
“I don’t care,” Greg told him, “Just fuck me.”
Nick bent his head to kiss him again, possessing his mouth with his own and making him buck up into his hand. And then he started to kiss and lick his way down Greg’s body, gently scraping his teeth over the golden skin of his stomach before coming to a stop just below his belly button.
Glancing up at Greg, he noticed that he was breathing rather heavily in anticipation and he wasn’t about to disappoint. Bending his head, he slowly licked his way all the way up his cock, flicking his tongue over the tip and making Greg gasp before opening wide and taking him deep into his mouth.
Greg moaned as he felt himself being wrapped up in the tight, wet, heat of Nick’s mouth, his talented tongue working wonders. It was, in one word, amazing. He hadn’t felt anything like this for a long, long time if ever. Nick was a genius!
If Nick had been able to smile, he would’ve been grinning at Greg’s reaction to his ministrations, but as it was his mouth was a little busy. He wanted to take his time, to make it last as long as he could, to drive Greg wild and thoroughly distract him from all the pain he was feeling. But Greg seemed to have other ideas as he reached down, stroking his fingers over his scalp and began to buck up into his mouth.
Nick had no choice but to suck on him in earnest, his head bobbing up and down quicker and quicker. Until finally, with a shout, Greg emptied himself into his mouth.
Swallowing him all down, Nick let him fall from his mouth with a loud pop before smiling and working his way back up Greg’s body to kiss him again. Greg was completely pliant underneath him, unable to do anything but just lie there and let Nick kiss him.
Nick hadn’t intended to spend so long just kissing him, but his lips were so soft and the kisses were so delicious that he found it difficult to pull himself away. However, as his cock rubbed off of Greg’s thigh, sending delightful friction shooting through his body, he was reminded that Greg had demanded that he fuck him.
Reaching into his bedside drawer, he pulled out what he needed and got to work. He sat back on his heels and quickly pulled on the condom, aware that Greg was watching him closely as he did so, and then he spread a generous amount of lube over himself before leaning back down.
Greg spread his legs wide for him, giving him room to push a couple of lubed up fingers into him. Greg moaned softly, biting his bottom lip as he welcomed Nick’s fingers into him.
Nick watched Greg closely as he moved his hand in and out of him, watched as his breathing became quicker, as his cheeks became flushed and he spread his legs even wider. Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed him. Smiling down at him when Greg looked up with lust filled eyes. But then, Greg reached down and gripped hard at his ass, letting him know that he wanted things to hurry along.
Trying his best not to appear too enthusiastic, Nick quickly pulled out his fingers before replacing them with the head of his cock. Once he was in position, he looked back to Greg, just in time before he was pulled into a hard kiss. And then, he pushed in.
Greg gasped into his mouth and pulled back, his body flexing up off the bed as he too Nick in even deeper.
Greg felt so amazing, felt so good around him that Nick had to close his eyes and count to ten to stop himself from coming right there and then. He was struggling to get himself to calm down until he felt Greg’s nimble fingers on his jaw and he opened his eyes.
The way Greg was looking at him, staring up at him with such a need and passion that Nick knew, even if it did end quicker than he would like, it would still be amazing.
Slowly, he began to move, pulling out of Greg slowly before pushing back in, making them both groan loudly. They took their time, their hips moving together while their hands explored each other’s bodies. And then Greg had pushed up to kiss Nick again, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and stopping him from going very far when they pulled apart.
As he moved, Nick rested his forehead on top of Greg’s, staring into his sparkling eyes as he began to pick up some momentum.
With their close proximity, the amount of lust and desire pouring from both of them, the intensity of their movements, it wasn’t long before they were both yelling loudly as their bodies finally succumbed to pleasure.
As they pulled apart, Nick rolling to the side, their arms and legs remained entwined as they clung to one another, kissing each other softly as neither one was willing to let go quite yet.
“Do you wanna stay?” Nick asked him, gently stroking a hand down his face.
“Is that okay?” Greg asked.
“Of course it is,” Nick told him, leaning back in for another kiss, “Now let’s get some sleep.”
Greg wrapped himself around Nick, holding on tight and resting his head on his shoulder. As his eyes fell closed, he no longer saw Tara Matthews, his nostrils were no longer filled with the scent of burnt flesh. Instead he saw Nick, smiling down at him, and the only scent filling his nostrils was that of Nick himself and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
THE END