Fic: Behind The Scenes, Chapter 7 (CSI, Nick / Greg, Flack, NC-17)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 7
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Don Flack / Sheldon Hawkes
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Summery: Six months later. Some things have changed, some things are exactly the same.
Sequel to Soaps R Us:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 (NC-17)
Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20
Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Epilogue
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 (NC-17) Chapter 5 (NC-17) Chapter 6 (NC-17)
Don noticed it right away when he woke up. Someone had been in the room. The newspaper on the nightstand was now folded and someone had pulled the covers over him. He pulled his hand carefully out of his pants. The dried remains from his eavesdropping session had glued his hand to the skin and the smell wafting around him made him feel like an awkward teenager. He kicked his pants off and changed into a fresh pair off boxers. He pulled on Nick’s well-worn bathrobe and opened the door.
The smell of coffee was coming from the kitchen. Don followed his nose into the kitchen and knocked on the doorframe with his good hand. Greg was sipping coffee next to the table, his eyes half shut to enjoy the strong aroma.
“Morning.”
“Morning. You want coffee?”
“Sure. I think I’ll have shower first.”
“Don?”
“What?”
“I know what you did on the other side of the wall, so don’t be embarrassed. Guy’s gotta do what guy’s gotta do.”
“Yeah, but not in someone’s guest room.”
“We don’t mind.” Greg assured. He filled another cup of coffee and handed it over to Don. “I remember what it was like right after breaking up. You’re used to getting that good, familiar action on steady basis, and suddenly everyone seems to be going at it, but you’re alone.”
“That’s nice little summary.”
“I thought so too.” Greg took a long sip. “Nicky went grocery shopping, he’s not going to work today. We had a little discussion before he left.”
“About what?”
“About you.”
“You want me out?”
“No. About this arrangement. If you’re getting lonely, we’re willing to lend you a helping hand. Or four.”
Don almost dropped his mug.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Sex. It’s hard to get used to being alone.” Greg explained calmly. “We’re not pushing you into anything, but if you need some relief on purely buddy-basis, we’re ready to help.”
“Buddy-basis?”
“Yeah. We’re together, Nick and I. Really together. We’re not looking for a third party. But if you want to get together for some fun, we can do it.”
“As an act of mercy? No thanks.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. If you’re interested we would enjoy it too. As long as you know the rules. In the end it’s me and Nicky. We’re both your friends and you’re a friend to both of us. Does that make sense?”
“I think so. And… Nick’s ready to go along with it?”
“You wouldn’t believe the progress he’s made in the last year.” Greg smirked. “One year with me and he has loosened up in more ways than one.”
“I didn’t need to know that…”
“Anyway, there’s a big difference between some fun among good friends and what I have with Nicky. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah.”
“Think about it, I’ll go take a shower.” He walked past Don and paused to give his shoulder a little squeeze. “If you wanna do it, we’ll take good care of you.”
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On the TV screen three men and two woman were doing their best to tangle themselves into a incomprehensible formation. The vocal performance from last night kept crawling back into his mind, just like his hand kept crawling into his jeans. Nick was still running some errands, but a jerk off session on their couch didn’t seem appropriate. Even if Greg had offered him the use of his porn DVDs. He snapped the TV off and lifted his healthy hand to rest safely on top of the backrest above his head.
The sounds in his head didn’t go away.
He pulled out his cell phone twelve times, but he never called Hawkes. When the clock hit nine PM, he deleted the numbed from his speed dials.
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He took a deep breath. The door to Nick’s bedroom was half open and light was flooding the dark hallway. Don knocked on the door and pushed it open.
“Hey.” Greg looked up from his paperback. “I thought you were sleeping already.”
“I thought about stuff, and… Is your offer still good?”
“Yeah, but we’ll have to wait for Nicky. That’s the first rule.”
“Wait is over.” Nick stepped in wrapped into a bathrobe and his hair still damp from his shower. “You made up your mind?”
“Yeah.” Don stated and glanced nervously down at the bed. “How do… where do we start?”
“I got an idea.” Greg crawled across the bed and got up on his feet. He closed the gap between them and pressed a soft kiss on Don’s lips. “Relax, we’re all friends here.”
Don took the initiative and pulled Greg back for a more heated kiss. Behind him Nick shed off his own robe and pressed his naked body against Don’s back, placing small kisses on his neck.
“Come here.” Greg pulled off Don’s robe and yanked down his boxers. “Sit down and relax. I think Nicky’s waiting to show you his speciality.” He guided Don to sit down on the edge of the bed and pulled his legs apart so Nick could kneel between them. It didn’t take long to deduce what Greg had meant. Nick leaned down to take Don in his mouth, attacking the member like a kid would treat a lollipop.
“That…. That’s his speciality?” Don gasped. Greg grinned watched Nick like a proud teacher.
“Yep.” He sat down next to Don and stroked Nick’s hair. “What do you like? We need to know.”
“This is… this is good.”
“What do you usually do? Top or bottom?”
“Top, but….” Don had to pause again to groan. “… Hawkes didn’t want to try topping….”
“Sounds like my Nicky.” Greg smiled with obvious affection. “I’ve tried to turn him around, but my cowboy loves to ride. So I decided to stop and just enjoy it.”
“Can I…” Don looked down at Greg’s T-shirt and sweatpants. “I could…?” He didn’t finish his sentence, but Greg got the message. He got up from the bed and pulled his clothes off, piece by piece till he was just as naked as the other two.
“Lean back.”
Don did as he was told. He leaned back till he was laying on his back and waited for Greg to join them. Greg stepped onto the bed and carefully positioned himself on top of Don’s chest and slowly descended to straddle him, making sure he didn’t put too much weight on the dark bruises. He leaned forward, propping himself on all fours and guided his cock between Don’s lips.
Don’s cast covered hand lay next to him while his other hand grabbed Greg’s hip, encouraging him to fuck his mouth. Greg followed his signs and set a slow, teasing pace. Don moaned happily and let his tongue caress the hard shaft.
“You’re not too bad either.” Greg commented with a crooked grin. “That thing Hawkes didn’t wanna do to you… You want it?”
“Yeah…” Don mumbled around the stiff flesh. “Fuck yeah….”
“That means telling Nicky to stop his show.”
“Hard decision.” Don had to pull away long enough to say it. He gave Greg’s cock one more lick and let go. “But I haven’t tried it for so long, that I’m willing to make some sacrifices.”
Greg got up from the bed and leaned down to kiss Nick’s shoulder.
“My turn.”
Nick got up and crossed his arms across his chest like a sulking kid. Don’s eyes went back and forth between the two men.
“You’ll get yours, but guests come first.” Greg promised and Nick gave him a grin. “Legs up.”
Don pulled his legs up to his chest. The pressure aggravated his bruises, but he didn’t really care. He watched Greg get some lube and few condoms from the nightstand drawer. He took Nick’s place on the end of the bed and smeared his finger with lube.
“How long has it been?”
“Too long.”
“How long is too long?” Greg’s fingers circled around the exposed entrance. “I need to know stuff like that. How hard can I go, how much can you take….”
“I can take it all.”
“Really?” First finger sunk into the warm hole. “Any preferences? Slow? Hard? Rough?” With each word his finger twisted into another direction. “As fun as this is, we’re here for you. We’ll do it just the way you want.” Second finger joined the first.
“Well…” Don licked his lips. His body was moving against the invading fingers, demanding more. “You’re off to a good start.”
“What about the big finale?” Third finger dived in and immediately found the tender spot inside him. Don almost leaped up from the bed. “Big musical number, high kicks and the big red curtain.” He pulled out and ripped a condom packet open. “Nicky?”
Nick took the condom and rolled it over the hard-on, covering it with a generous dose of lube. Greg pressed the tip against Don entrance and placed the blue-eye’s legs to rest on his shoulders. He pushed in slowly.
Don closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to subside. When Greg was finally buried inside him, he wriggled his hip trying to get used to the sensation. His eyes met Greg’s and he gave him a little nod.
From the corner of his eye he saw Nick approaching, and the Texan climbed onto the bed next to him. Nick stroked his cock peacefully, his eyes fixed on Greg. Don closed his eyes and rocked against the pounding. Greg filled him up again and again, chasing him closer to the edge embarrassingly fast. Don’s healthy hand grabbed his own dick and started stroking feverishly.
“He`s good, isnt the?” Nick chuckled into his ear. Don turned to look at the Texan. He was squeezing the base of his cock, trying to hold back the inevitable, his other hand had travelled lower to tease and strech himself.
Don simple gave him a contended nod. He knew he couldn’t say anything without awkward winded pants, so his pressed his lips together. When his orgasm erupted his arched his back and shot his load on his belly. He didn’t let out a sound. He looked up at Greg, but he still couchant talk. The release had momentarily taken away his skill of producing understandable speech, instead he just gave Greg a grateful glance.
Greg seemed to understand. He pulled out as gently as he could and leaped onto the bed. Nick was one step further. He had already rolled over to his belly, pushing his butt up, ready for his turn. Greg trusted in, and Nick’s body allowed him all the way with a friendly little squeeze.
Don turned his head to watch them. The two men were obviously familiar with each others desires. Greg pounded mercilessly into Nick’s warm body, the Texan hanging on and panting out words that would make porn starts blush. Neither one of them lasted very long. Greg trusted in one more time and his face froze into a stunned look. He didn’t scream or yell, but the wave of pleasure going through him was there on his face, like a book with it’s covers wide open.
Nick was the exact opposite. Just as loudly as he had moaned before, he let out a long howl that sounded like "Geronimo". He flooded his abs with his release.
Greg slumped down on top of him. He gave Nick a kiss and turned his head to face their guest.
“Don?”
“Thanks.” Don sighed. “I needed that.”
“We’re generous hosts.” Greg grinned and Nick chuckled under him. “How’re your bruises?”
“Don’t worry, they’re fine. And my arm too.”
“Good. Need a shower?”
“What do you think?”
“You’ll need some help with the cast.”
“I did it this morning, I can-” Don stopped when he realised what Greg had meant. “I’m always running slow after sex.”
“I’m great with the sponge and Nicky’s really good at scrubbing.” Greg advertised. Nick crawled out from under him and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the accompanying bathroom. “Are you coming?”
Don’s mind shut down. He simply followed the duo like a well trained Labrador.
Chapter 8