Fic: On Time, Chapter 9 (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sander)
Title: On Time, Chapter 9
Fandom: CSI
Pair: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
CSI Las Vegas Main List
On Time, Chapter 1
On Time, Chapter 2
On Time, Chapter 3
On Time, Chapter 4
On Time, Chapter 5
On Time, Chapter 6
On Time, Chapter 7
On Time, Intermission
On Time, Chapter 8
Nick stared at the ceiling but the stars didn’t seem to stop flashing. He could hear Greg giggling next to his ear.
“I told it’ll be good.”
“Yeah, but that was…. that was just……” Nick closed his eyes and tried to get his mind to focus on one thing at a time.
“I know. Do you feel healthier?”
“I don’t know….. After the first time I was stunned, after the second time my brain was next best thing to smoked ham…..”
“And now?”
“One more time and I’ll be dead.”
“Come one, Warrick could handle four rounds before he started to complain that his ass can’t take any more.”
“He’s had a lot more practise!”
“Right…..” Greg grinned like a Cheshire Cat. “I was the first man treading on the no-man zone.”
“I think I lost all the circulation in my legs…..”
“Stop whining, you loved it.”
“I did but never seen this kind of a bed before.”
“What do you mean? This is pretty basic bed.”
“The motorised stirrups for feet?”
“Part of the regular features.”
“Barbeque chicken flavoured lubrication?”
“It’s the most popular one. Didn’t you have that in your days?”
“No! We didn’t have that….. stuff at all, except for inseminating horses.”
“So what did you use?”
“We….. improvised. But seriously….. Barbeque chicken?”
Greg shrugged. “The manufacturer realised that most of their customers are men, and regardless of their sexual preference they wanted more manly scents instead of strawberry and banana. So they decided to focus on the scents that all men like. Barbequed chicken, barbequed beef, barbeques sausages, leather interior of a brand new car-”
“I got the idea.” Nick interrupted. “So…..”
“What?”
“People can actually….. you know…..”
“People can what?”
“Go and date a….”
“Another guy? Forget the fifties, even the previous president had his own boy-toy.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, when his term ended he left him to his successor, and switched to a newer model.”
“I can’t believe it…..”
“Good, because that last part wasn’t true. I just wanted to see how gullible you really are.”
“That wasn’t funny!”
“You didn’t see your own face….. I’m gonna make some coffee.” Greg got up and headed to the kitchen. “I kinda get that you couldn’t fool around with guys in your own time, but there had to be some times when you thought about it. Besides that Mike-under-the bleachers-thing.”
Nick followed him as briskly as his wobbly legs allowed.
“No, not really.”
“Come on, be honest. Everyone has had a little man crush they don’t act on.”
“Fine. Officer Benson.”
“Details.”
“He was in patrol for a while. He was originally from Virginia, and he moved back there pretty soon.”
“What did he look like?”
“Do we have to talk about it?” Nick blushed.
“You spend the last two hours on your back with our legs in the air, screaming and begging me to do wicked things to you. You can tell me about your little crush.”
“About my height, brown eyes, dark blond hair, really well-”
“Hung?”
“Raised! A really well raised country boy. The kind that got all blushed when they had to interview nightwalkers on the job.”
“Nightwalkers?”
“Prostitutes.”
“Why would people call hookers Nightwalkers? As far as I know they operate night and day.”
“It’s just a saying.”
“Okay, back to the topic. Did you ever try anything? Catch a glimpse in the locker-room?”
“No and no.”
“Wow, you really were innocent….”
“Well, not after what you did to me.”
“You were doing things too.”
“Yeah, but most of the time I was just laying there and thinking I should probably applaud.”
“You should have, I was magnificent.”
“Yes, you were.” Nick had to grin.
“Ready for the next round?” Greg snapped the coffeemaker on.
“Again? How the hell do you do that?”
“I told you that regular sexlife had health benefits. I’ve been very health conscious.”
“I can see that. If I try to walk I can actually feel that.”
“Are you saying you can’t take it?” Greg tilted his eyebrows with a tiny smirk.
“I know what you are doing and it wont work.”
“Warrick would be ready already…..”
“Not working.”
“He would be on all four, wiggling and begging-”
“It’s not working!”
“He would be hard as hell, prepping himself-”
“Stop that!”
“Hey, don’t worry about it. If you`re less of a man in bed, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. That guys durability is in a league of it’s own. Not as high as mine, but pretty damn impressive-”
“That’s it!” Nick marched to the bedroom and pulled his boxers off again. “But I want the stirrups, my legs are killing me.”
TBC