CSI: Gil/Nick/Greg prompt
Title: Hands on Advice 2/2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gil/Nick/Greg
Warnings: Collars make a bigger appearance. Breath play. Unbeta'd.
Summary: Greg asks Gil for advice.
Notes: The last chapter was for
morgan_cian and this chapter is for 3nood . They both asked for the same pairing and so there is one chapter for each of them.
Part 1
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Grissom nearly dropped his keys as Catherine’s hand touched his arm. Turning, he saw that she was frowning at him. "Sorry, I was thinking."
"Uh, huh. You've been off the clock for fifteen minutes, what's bothering you?"
Sighing, because he knew she's hound him until he gave in and told her something, Grissom turned and leaned against the door of his SUV. "I've been asked to dinner."
"So?" Catherine turned and put herself beside him. "Go to dinner."
Grissom shook his head. "It isn't that simple."
Grinning, Catherine turned to look across the parking lot. "With you it never is. What's worrying you?"
"I'm not worrying."
"Sure you are. You suck at relationships, Gil. We both know it and you've worrying about how to be, what to do, what to say. Am I in the ballpark?"
"I like them, Cath. I don't want to lose them faster than I have to."
Thumping him in the arm, she made a rude noise. "If you think like that you're already over. Look, Gil, if they know you at all they know how you are. Just be you."
"Being me is why I'm alone."
Catherine sighed. "You like this person who's gone to the trouble of asking you to dinner?"
"Yes, I like them."
Cocking her head, she paused for a moment before asking, "Do they know what you do for a living?"
"Yes."
Patting his arm, she grinned. "It'll be fine, Gil. Just have fun. I know you don't know the meaning of relax, but try. Give them a chance to be comfortable around you and maybe you'll be able to be comfortable with them, okay?"
"Thank you, Catharine." As she turned to leave, Grissom caught her elbow. "Catharine, how do you see Greg?"
"What?"
"He said you see him as little brother?"
"If that little brother was zany and loud, maybe. He doesn't like to think I know him as anything else. It bothers him." She turned to walk away, looking over her shoulder she said, "And, Grissom, don't blindfold Nick, whatever you do to Greg, okay?"
It was a long time before Grissom could force himself to move.
****
Nick sat on the end of their bed and fingered the collar he'd worn until Grissom had to leave before their shift. Touching the clasp he thought about how different wearing the collar had been when it was for Grissom. Greg was more playful, willing to overlook things Nick did wrong. Somehow he didn't think Grissom would overlook anything. Setting the collar back in the drawer Nick went in search of Greg.
Finding him sitting on the arm of the couch, his feet digging into a couch cushion, Nick knew instantly that Greg was worrying. Moving up beside him, Nick kissed Greg's neck. "What'd are you thinking?"
Greg turned his head towards Nick. "What if he doesn't come?"
"We asked him, G. He'll come."
Greg's lips thinned, but he nodded anyway. "Sure."
Nick slipped his arms around Greg and pulled him into his chest. "If he doesn't we'll just ask Brass for the key to his place."
Laughing, Greg knocked his head against Nick's shoulder. "Crazy man."
****
Dinner was just as awkward as Nick had thought it would be. Finally he just kicked Greg under the table to silence him and they finished eating without anymore attempts at talking. Nick carefully watched Grissom, trying to figure out if the man was having any fun at all.
Watching Greg drag Grissom towards the living room, leaving Nick to finish cleaning up, he made a bet with himself about how long Grissom would stay. Quickly finishing, Nick went into the living room to find Grissom tucked into the corner of the couch while Greg was sprawled in the middle.
"You're hogging the couch, G." Pushing on Greg's shoulder Nick tried to get him to give Grissom more space. It backfired as Greg pressed himself into Grissom's side. Nick could see the edge of panic in Grissom's face. "Greg, you wanna find Twisted Metal Black?"
Grinning, Greg bounced up and started looking through the shelf of games. Quickly dropping onto the warm cushion, Nick turned to Grissom.
"We aren't going to hurt you, Griss."
Blinking, Grissom watched Greg's ass wiggle as he shifted through the games. "You don't know that, Nicky."
Nick mentally rolled his eyes and before Grissom could protest, he had the closer of Grissom's feet in his lap and he was pulling off the sock. Throwing the sock in the direction of the shoes that had been left near the front door, Nick made an impenitent motion for Grissom's other foot. "Give."
Grissom looked confused, but he complied, turning to make himself more comfortable, he watched as Nick started to knead his calf muscles through his slacks.
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Greg turned from the shelf with the Playstation game in hand and grinned at the sight of Grissom with his head lolled onto the arm of the couch, his eyes half-closed.
Quickly setting up the game, Greg pulled out the seldom-used third controller. He'd show Nick that even Grissom could like to play games. Lifting Grissom's legs out of Nick's lap, Greg slipped in under them and had them back in Nick's lap before either man could say anything.
"Here, Griss, you get to pick a vehicle to be."
Gingerly taking the controller, Grissom frowned. "I don't know anything about this."
"That's okay, you'll do fine. There's no point except trying to be the last one alive. You'll do fine. Even if all you do is run away from us." Greg pushed on Grissom's controller. "Trust me, be the semi."
****
After getting a shrug from Nick, Grissom finally looked from the controller to the screen and back. Figuring out the buttons he choose the semi-truck and waited as the other two fought over what would be a disadvantage to Grissom since he didn't know how to play. Ignoring them, Grissom quickly flipped through the tiny booklet that sat in the game's case that he snagged from the coffee table and he decided that this could be enjoyable. He slipped the case and booklet back in place.
"What do I get if I win?"
The others quit arguing mid-sentence and turned to Grissom. Greg raised his eyebrows. "What would you want?"
Grissom thought about it and then said, "To do whatever I want to the loser."
Nick and Greg looked at each other; silently deciding there was no way Grissom could win. Greg turned his head back towards Grissom. "Okay, sure."
Nodding, Nick pulled Grissom's feet closer to his stomach. "Fine with me."
Grissom waited until they were arguing again, unaware of him, and then he smiled.
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Greg started to move away from the wreckage of Nick's vehicle when something came in from the left and it took Greg a moment to realize Grissom had just ran him down. Blinking, Greg tried to get his vehicle to move, but it was too damaged and Grissom came back and hit him again, this time for the kill. Looking at Nick he saw amazement and humor shining out from above the hand Nick had clamped to his mouth to hold in the laughter.
Greg turned to Grissom, who looked apprehensive, as though he thought winning would be met with anger. Throwing his arms around Grissom, Greg squeezed as tight as he could. "That was too cool. We are so blindsiding Warrick with you one day."
He could feel the tension in Grissom's body as he hugged tighter. Not letting go, Greg buried his nose in Grissom's shoulder. He felt Nick lean into his back and sighed, settling more weight onto Grissom. Slowly, very slowly, Grissom's body relaxed and Greg could feel them sink further into the couch. They lay like that until Nick pulled back.
"I want to see what you're going to do to Greg."
****
Greg knelt beside Nick, both of them naked, at Grissom's feet. The weight of the collar was comforting and Greg let himself fall further toward the headspace where everything was pleasure. He was almost there when Grissom patted the side of his face. Blinking, Greg pulled his head back and forced himself to focus on Grissom's solemn face.
"Greg, I need you to know you can refuse me. You can say no."
Leaning forward, Greg nuzzled Grissom's thigh. "I know. We're good. Whatever you want." The hand in his hair was gentle as it pulled him back, tilting him to face Grissom looking down at him.
"I like things others don't."
Greg shrugged. "Everyone likes different things. If I can't handle what you want I'll say."
Thumb running over Greg's cheekbone, Grissom nodded. Letting go of Greg's head he turned to Nick. "Against the headboard, Nicky. You'll watch. If you're very good, I'll give you a reward."
Greg watched Nick quickly move to settle against the headboard. Then Grissom was in front of him, naked, holding a cockring. He stood as Grissom motioned and held still as the cockring was slid into place. Sucking in a quick breath, Greg looked down at himself, his hardening shaft just starting to length.
With a snap of Grissom's fingers and a motion at the bed, Greg was laying himself facedown across Nick's afghan. He shifted until he was comfortable and then he went still. Letting the position ground him; Greg started to fall back towards the headspace he longed for.
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Nick watched as Grissom disappeared for a minute, reappearing with a washcloth and bowl of water. He took the bowl when Grissom handed to him and watched as Grissom washed Greg's back. Careful across the scars, down across unblemished skin to Greg's ass. Nick held the bowl forward as Grissom reached for it. Once he'd rinsed the cloth Grissom resumed washing Greg's skin, using one hand to hold the prone man more open, he cleaned everywhere.
With that done, Grissom sat aside the bowl and cloth. Then he started stroking Greg's skin, downward from his neck, out across his shoulder blades, across ribs, clear to his ass. Slow firm strokes, each a little longer than the last, until Grissom was covering Greg's entire back from neck to ass in a single pass.
Nick caught Greg's seeking hand with his own. Grissom glanced up at him.
"Let him touch you, Nicky. Move his hand for him."
Nick leaned his head back against the headboard as he placed Greg's hand on his own groin. The fingers were trembling as they started to explore Nick's hard dick. Letting his eyes drop partly closed; Nick peeked at Grissom who was avidly watching Greg's hand.
Then Grissom was spreading Greg's legs wider, pushing him partway up onto his knees. He began the same stroking pattern on Greg's ass, from base of his spine down to the junction of thigh and ass. Greg made a breathy noise and began to knead lightly with his hand on Nick. Opening his eyes wide, Nick started to move his hand when it was caught by Grissom.
Guiding Nick's hand to Greg's hair, Grissom used his other hand to start fingering Greg's hole. Not penetrating, just rubbing, pushing slightly on the entrance, teasing the flesh.
"Uh, please, please, Griss. Sir."
Grissom left Nick's hand on Greg's hair and swiftly clamped his hand across Greg's mouth. "No talking, little one. No begging. You'll take what I give you."
Greg's hand on Nick tightened, and Nick shoved his hand deeper into Greg's hair pushing him tighter against Grissom's hand. Keeping his hand against Greg's mouth, Grissom kept teasing, touching with his other hand.
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Grissom felt it as Greg started to rock his hips. Quickly pulling back, Grissom returned to stroking down Greg's back, paying a great amount of attention to the scars. Finding the most sensitive places, Grissom returned to them again and again as he massaged Greg's skin. Carefully watching what Greg was doing to Nick's erection, Grissom finally pulled back as Greg began to forget himself and squeeze harder than was comfortable for Nick.
After a quick prep, which Grissom did with only the one hand as he kept the other clamped across Greg's mouth, he lined himself up. Pressing in slowly, hitching a tiny bit deeper every time he moved, Grissom listened to the muffled groan from Greg.
Once he was buried deep, Grissom lay his full weight on Greg's back, still holding his hand to Greg's face. He put his mouth near Greg's ear. "If you shake your head, we'll stop. I want to control you, Greg. Even your very breath. Can you let me do that?"
Greg lay still except for his hand on Nick, which absently grasped and released sensitive flesh. Taking a deep breath, Greg nodded, pushing his face into Grissom's hand.
Grissom kissed the side of Greg's neck. "Good, little one." He began to rock into Greg's body, and back out again only to return with another smooth glide back in. Pinching Greg's nose shut with thumb and forefinger, Grissom breathed onto Greg's neck, in then out before letting up long enough for Greg to suck in a breath. Then he clamped down again and slowly fucked for several thrusts before letting Greg breath out. Two quick jabs and Grissom let him breathe in.
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Nick was mesmerized by them. The way Greg was twisting under Grissom, pushing into the hand covering his mouth and nose. Breathing when Grissom allowed. The way Grissom fucked so slowly, carefully measuring just how long Greg went without air. Nick used the hand in Greg's hair to pet and stroke, making sure his hand brushed Grissom's neck and the back of his head whenever possible.
Suddenly, Grissom pulled back and lifted Greg higher onto his knees. The brutal thrust in was followed by Grissom clamping his hand across Greg's mouth and nose and just holding still. Nick could see Grissom's expression soften as Greg went limp against him, relaxing into the hold. Then they were moving, Grissom fucking Greg with powerful deep thrusts. They kneeled there showing Greg's hard bobbing shaft to Nick. Letting him breathe every few strokes, Grissom mouthed the side of Greg's neck and Nick started to reach for them.
"No, Nicky."
Freezing in place, Nick could only watch, as Grissom's movements became frantic, his hand on Greg's face tightening. Greg's eyes grew huge and his arms hung down at his sides, fingers twitching. Grissom brought his other hand up and found one of Greg's nipples.
Pinching lightly, Grissom smiled. He let Greg breath twice before cutting off his air again. "Take your reward, Nicky. Take my little one's mouth, move my hand to do so, or take his hard flesh instead." Grissom's words were punctured with the movements of his hips and Greg's rare gasps.
Nick licked his lips. He wanted Greg's mouth, but he liked where Greg was, how he looked. Leaning forward, Nick licked at the cockring tight around the base of Greg's shaft. As Greg jerked, Nick took in as much as he could. He wasn't the best at it, not that Greg ever complained, but he sometimes wished it were easier for him to give pleasure this way.
Above his head he could hear Greg suck in another breath as Grissom sped up.
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Greg let his eyes fall half-shut. He loved it here. The lightheadedness was wonderful combined with the warmth of his headspace. He couldn't feel anything and he wanted to please. His collar felt heavy, holding him to the bed. He could hear Grissom's breathing and Nick's sucking noises. Slowly blinking, he felt the hand close his nose again and this time Greg leaned into it harder than before. Pushing, wanting to stay here, pleasing Grissom.
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As he came, Grissom lost track of how long he'd cut of Greg's airflow. Struggling back to himself, Grissom rolled off of the limp body that had slumped forward. Sparing a glance for Nick and finding him still shuddering through his climax, Grissom gently rolled Greg onto his side.
Sighing, Grissom settled Greg more comfortably, and began cleaning up what Nick hadn't, before moving onto Greg's ass. As he set the cloth in the bowl, Grissom felt eyes on him, turning he found Nick watching him quietly. Moving to curl himself around Greg, Grissom offered a hand to Nick.
"Thank you, Nicky."
Nick pulled in Grissom's hand until is rested on Nick's side. "No need for thanks, Gil. We want you. If all you do is read and talk about bugs, we'll want you. Please, stay."
"Yeah, stay."
They both looked down at Greg, whose wide eyes were still unfocused as he looked towards Grissom.
Clearing his throat, Grissom touched his chin to Greg's shoulder. "I'm not..."
"Shut up and sleep, Griss." Greg's voice was still floaty and it was all Grissom could do not to smile.
"Okay."
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Greg stretched, letting his ribs expand as much as he could. Beside him, his lovers lay entwined, snoring loud enough to wake the dead, or at least him. Feeling his neck where the collar had been, Greg watched Grissom sleep. Sometimes his stupid ideas turned out not to be so stupid after all. He snuggled back down, pushing up against Grissom's back. When they woke up, Greg was going to roll Grissom onto his back and fuck him hard and fast. Then they were going to talk about what other things Grissom might want.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gil/Nick/Greg
Warnings: Collars make a bigger appearance. Breath play. Unbeta'd.
Summary: Greg asks Gil for advice.
Notes: The last chapter was for
morgan_cian and this chapter is for 3nood . They both asked for the same pairing and so there is one chapter for each of them.
Part 1
****
Grissom nearly dropped his keys as Catherine’s hand touched his arm. Turning, he saw that she was frowning at him. "Sorry, I was thinking."
"Uh, huh. You've been off the clock for fifteen minutes, what's bothering you?"
Sighing, because he knew she's hound him until he gave in and told her something, Grissom turned and leaned against the door of his SUV. "I've been asked to dinner."
"So?" Catherine turned and put herself beside him. "Go to dinner."
Grissom shook his head. "It isn't that simple."
Grinning, Catherine turned to look across the parking lot. "With you it never is. What's worrying you?"
"I'm not worrying."
"Sure you are. You suck at relationships, Gil. We both know it and you've worrying about how to be, what to do, what to say. Am I in the ballpark?"
"I like them, Cath. I don't want to lose them faster than I have to."
Thumping him in the arm, she made a rude noise. "If you think like that you're already over. Look, Gil, if they know you at all they know how you are. Just be you."
"Being me is why I'm alone."
Catherine sighed. "You like this person who's gone to the trouble of asking you to dinner?"
"Yes, I like them."
Cocking her head, she paused for a moment before asking, "Do they know what you do for a living?"
"Yes."
Patting his arm, she grinned. "It'll be fine, Gil. Just have fun. I know you don't know the meaning of relax, but try. Give them a chance to be comfortable around you and maybe you'll be able to be comfortable with them, okay?"
"Thank you, Catharine." As she turned to leave, Grissom caught her elbow. "Catharine, how do you see Greg?"
"What?"
"He said you see him as little brother?"
"If that little brother was zany and loud, maybe. He doesn't like to think I know him as anything else. It bothers him." She turned to walk away, looking over her shoulder she said, "And, Grissom, don't blindfold Nick, whatever you do to Greg, okay?"
It was a long time before Grissom could force himself to move.
****
Nick sat on the end of their bed and fingered the collar he'd worn until Grissom had to leave before their shift. Touching the clasp he thought about how different wearing the collar had been when it was for Grissom. Greg was more playful, willing to overlook things Nick did wrong. Somehow he didn't think Grissom would overlook anything. Setting the collar back in the drawer Nick went in search of Greg.
Finding him sitting on the arm of the couch, his feet digging into a couch cushion, Nick knew instantly that Greg was worrying. Moving up beside him, Nick kissed Greg's neck. "What'd are you thinking?"
Greg turned his head towards Nick. "What if he doesn't come?"
"We asked him, G. He'll come."
Greg's lips thinned, but he nodded anyway. "Sure."
Nick slipped his arms around Greg and pulled him into his chest. "If he doesn't we'll just ask Brass for the key to his place."
Laughing, Greg knocked his head against Nick's shoulder. "Crazy man."
****
Dinner was just as awkward as Nick had thought it would be. Finally he just kicked Greg under the table to silence him and they finished eating without anymore attempts at talking. Nick carefully watched Grissom, trying to figure out if the man was having any fun at all.
Watching Greg drag Grissom towards the living room, leaving Nick to finish cleaning up, he made a bet with himself about how long Grissom would stay. Quickly finishing, Nick went into the living room to find Grissom tucked into the corner of the couch while Greg was sprawled in the middle.
"You're hogging the couch, G." Pushing on Greg's shoulder Nick tried to get him to give Grissom more space. It backfired as Greg pressed himself into Grissom's side. Nick could see the edge of panic in Grissom's face. "Greg, you wanna find Twisted Metal Black?"
Grinning, Greg bounced up and started looking through the shelf of games. Quickly dropping onto the warm cushion, Nick turned to Grissom.
"We aren't going to hurt you, Griss."
Blinking, Grissom watched Greg's ass wiggle as he shifted through the games. "You don't know that, Nicky."
Nick mentally rolled his eyes and before Grissom could protest, he had the closer of Grissom's feet in his lap and he was pulling off the sock. Throwing the sock in the direction of the shoes that had been left near the front door, Nick made an impenitent motion for Grissom's other foot. "Give."
Grissom looked confused, but he complied, turning to make himself more comfortable, he watched as Nick started to knead his calf muscles through his slacks.
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Greg turned from the shelf with the Playstation game in hand and grinned at the sight of Grissom with his head lolled onto the arm of the couch, his eyes half-closed.
Quickly setting up the game, Greg pulled out the seldom-used third controller. He'd show Nick that even Grissom could like to play games. Lifting Grissom's legs out of Nick's lap, Greg slipped in under them and had them back in Nick's lap before either man could say anything.
"Here, Griss, you get to pick a vehicle to be."
Gingerly taking the controller, Grissom frowned. "I don't know anything about this."
"That's okay, you'll do fine. There's no point except trying to be the last one alive. You'll do fine. Even if all you do is run away from us." Greg pushed on Grissom's controller. "Trust me, be the semi."
****
After getting a shrug from Nick, Grissom finally looked from the controller to the screen and back. Figuring out the buttons he choose the semi-truck and waited as the other two fought over what would be a disadvantage to Grissom since he didn't know how to play. Ignoring them, Grissom quickly flipped through the tiny booklet that sat in the game's case that he snagged from the coffee table and he decided that this could be enjoyable. He slipped the case and booklet back in place.
"What do I get if I win?"
The others quit arguing mid-sentence and turned to Grissom. Greg raised his eyebrows. "What would you want?"
Grissom thought about it and then said, "To do whatever I want to the loser."
Nick and Greg looked at each other; silently deciding there was no way Grissom could win. Greg turned his head back towards Grissom. "Okay, sure."
Nodding, Nick pulled Grissom's feet closer to his stomach. "Fine with me."
Grissom waited until they were arguing again, unaware of him, and then he smiled.
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Greg started to move away from the wreckage of Nick's vehicle when something came in from the left and it took Greg a moment to realize Grissom had just ran him down. Blinking, Greg tried to get his vehicle to move, but it was too damaged and Grissom came back and hit him again, this time for the kill. Looking at Nick he saw amazement and humor shining out from above the hand Nick had clamped to his mouth to hold in the laughter.
Greg turned to Grissom, who looked apprehensive, as though he thought winning would be met with anger. Throwing his arms around Grissom, Greg squeezed as tight as he could. "That was too cool. We are so blindsiding Warrick with you one day."
He could feel the tension in Grissom's body as he hugged tighter. Not letting go, Greg buried his nose in Grissom's shoulder. He felt Nick lean into his back and sighed, settling more weight onto Grissom. Slowly, very slowly, Grissom's body relaxed and Greg could feel them sink further into the couch. They lay like that until Nick pulled back.
"I want to see what you're going to do to Greg."
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Greg knelt beside Nick, both of them naked, at Grissom's feet. The weight of the collar was comforting and Greg let himself fall further toward the headspace where everything was pleasure. He was almost there when Grissom patted the side of his face. Blinking, Greg pulled his head back and forced himself to focus on Grissom's solemn face.
"Greg, I need you to know you can refuse me. You can say no."
Leaning forward, Greg nuzzled Grissom's thigh. "I know. We're good. Whatever you want." The hand in his hair was gentle as it pulled him back, tilting him to face Grissom looking down at him.
"I like things others don't."
Greg shrugged. "Everyone likes different things. If I can't handle what you want I'll say."
Thumb running over Greg's cheekbone, Grissom nodded. Letting go of Greg's head he turned to Nick. "Against the headboard, Nicky. You'll watch. If you're very good, I'll give you a reward."
Greg watched Nick quickly move to settle against the headboard. Then Grissom was in front of him, naked, holding a cockring. He stood as Grissom motioned and held still as the cockring was slid into place. Sucking in a quick breath, Greg looked down at himself, his hardening shaft just starting to length.
With a snap of Grissom's fingers and a motion at the bed, Greg was laying himself facedown across Nick's afghan. He shifted until he was comfortable and then he went still. Letting the position ground him; Greg started to fall back towards the headspace he longed for.
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Nick watched as Grissom disappeared for a minute, reappearing with a washcloth and bowl of water. He took the bowl when Grissom handed to him and watched as Grissom washed Greg's back. Careful across the scars, down across unblemished skin to Greg's ass. Nick held the bowl forward as Grissom reached for it. Once he'd rinsed the cloth Grissom resumed washing Greg's skin, using one hand to hold the prone man more open, he cleaned everywhere.
With that done, Grissom sat aside the bowl and cloth. Then he started stroking Greg's skin, downward from his neck, out across his shoulder blades, across ribs, clear to his ass. Slow firm strokes, each a little longer than the last, until Grissom was covering Greg's entire back from neck to ass in a single pass.
Nick caught Greg's seeking hand with his own. Grissom glanced up at him.
"Let him touch you, Nicky. Move his hand for him."
Nick leaned his head back against the headboard as he placed Greg's hand on his own groin. The fingers were trembling as they started to explore Nick's hard dick. Letting his eyes drop partly closed; Nick peeked at Grissom who was avidly watching Greg's hand.
Then Grissom was spreading Greg's legs wider, pushing him partway up onto his knees. He began the same stroking pattern on Greg's ass, from base of his spine down to the junction of thigh and ass. Greg made a breathy noise and began to knead lightly with his hand on Nick. Opening his eyes wide, Nick started to move his hand when it was caught by Grissom.
Guiding Nick's hand to Greg's hair, Grissom used his other hand to start fingering Greg's hole. Not penetrating, just rubbing, pushing slightly on the entrance, teasing the flesh.
"Uh, please, please, Griss. Sir."
Grissom left Nick's hand on Greg's hair and swiftly clamped his hand across Greg's mouth. "No talking, little one. No begging. You'll take what I give you."
Greg's hand on Nick tightened, and Nick shoved his hand deeper into Greg's hair pushing him tighter against Grissom's hand. Keeping his hand against Greg's mouth, Grissom kept teasing, touching with his other hand.
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Grissom felt it as Greg started to rock his hips. Quickly pulling back, Grissom returned to stroking down Greg's back, paying a great amount of attention to the scars. Finding the most sensitive places, Grissom returned to them again and again as he massaged Greg's skin. Carefully watching what Greg was doing to Nick's erection, Grissom finally pulled back as Greg began to forget himself and squeeze harder than was comfortable for Nick.
After a quick prep, which Grissom did with only the one hand as he kept the other clamped across Greg's mouth, he lined himself up. Pressing in slowly, hitching a tiny bit deeper every time he moved, Grissom listened to the muffled groan from Greg.
Once he was buried deep, Grissom lay his full weight on Greg's back, still holding his hand to Greg's face. He put his mouth near Greg's ear. "If you shake your head, we'll stop. I want to control you, Greg. Even your very breath. Can you let me do that?"
Greg lay still except for his hand on Nick, which absently grasped and released sensitive flesh. Taking a deep breath, Greg nodded, pushing his face into Grissom's hand.
Grissom kissed the side of Greg's neck. "Good, little one." He began to rock into Greg's body, and back out again only to return with another smooth glide back in. Pinching Greg's nose shut with thumb and forefinger, Grissom breathed onto Greg's neck, in then out before letting up long enough for Greg to suck in a breath. Then he clamped down again and slowly fucked for several thrusts before letting Greg breath out. Two quick jabs and Grissom let him breathe in.
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Nick was mesmerized by them. The way Greg was twisting under Grissom, pushing into the hand covering his mouth and nose. Breathing when Grissom allowed. The way Grissom fucked so slowly, carefully measuring just how long Greg went without air. Nick used the hand in Greg's hair to pet and stroke, making sure his hand brushed Grissom's neck and the back of his head whenever possible.
Suddenly, Grissom pulled back and lifted Greg higher onto his knees. The brutal thrust in was followed by Grissom clamping his hand across Greg's mouth and nose and just holding still. Nick could see Grissom's expression soften as Greg went limp against him, relaxing into the hold. Then they were moving, Grissom fucking Greg with powerful deep thrusts. They kneeled there showing Greg's hard bobbing shaft to Nick. Letting him breathe every few strokes, Grissom mouthed the side of Greg's neck and Nick started to reach for them.
"No, Nicky."
Freezing in place, Nick could only watch, as Grissom's movements became frantic, his hand on Greg's face tightening. Greg's eyes grew huge and his arms hung down at his sides, fingers twitching. Grissom brought his other hand up and found one of Greg's nipples.
Pinching lightly, Grissom smiled. He let Greg breath twice before cutting off his air again. "Take your reward, Nicky. Take my little one's mouth, move my hand to do so, or take his hard flesh instead." Grissom's words were punctured with the movements of his hips and Greg's rare gasps.
Nick licked his lips. He wanted Greg's mouth, but he liked where Greg was, how he looked. Leaning forward, Nick licked at the cockring tight around the base of Greg's shaft. As Greg jerked, Nick took in as much as he could. He wasn't the best at it, not that Greg ever complained, but he sometimes wished it were easier for him to give pleasure this way.
Above his head he could hear Greg suck in another breath as Grissom sped up.
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Greg let his eyes fall half-shut. He loved it here. The lightheadedness was wonderful combined with the warmth of his headspace. He couldn't feel anything and he wanted to please. His collar felt heavy, holding him to the bed. He could hear Grissom's breathing and Nick's sucking noises. Slowly blinking, he felt the hand close his nose again and this time Greg leaned into it harder than before. Pushing, wanting to stay here, pleasing Grissom.
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As he came, Grissom lost track of how long he'd cut of Greg's airflow. Struggling back to himself, Grissom rolled off of the limp body that had slumped forward. Sparing a glance for Nick and finding him still shuddering through his climax, Grissom gently rolled Greg onto his side.
Sighing, Grissom settled Greg more comfortably, and began cleaning up what Nick hadn't, before moving onto Greg's ass. As he set the cloth in the bowl, Grissom felt eyes on him, turning he found Nick watching him quietly. Moving to curl himself around Greg, Grissom offered a hand to Nick.
"Thank you, Nicky."
Nick pulled in Grissom's hand until is rested on Nick's side. "No need for thanks, Gil. We want you. If all you do is read and talk about bugs, we'll want you. Please, stay."
"Yeah, stay."
They both looked down at Greg, whose wide eyes were still unfocused as he looked towards Grissom.
Clearing his throat, Grissom touched his chin to Greg's shoulder. "I'm not..."
"Shut up and sleep, Griss." Greg's voice was still floaty and it was all Grissom could do not to smile.
"Okay."
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Greg stretched, letting his ribs expand as much as he could. Beside him, his lovers lay entwined, snoring loud enough to wake the dead, or at least him. Feeling his neck where the collar had been, Greg watched Grissom sleep. Sometimes his stupid ideas turned out not to be so stupid after all. He snuggled back down, pushing up against Grissom's back. When they woke up, Greg was going to roll Grissom onto his back and fuck him hard and fast. Then they were going to talk about what other things Grissom might want.
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