Fic: Behind The Scenes, Chapter 37 (CSI, Nick / Greg, Don / Hawkes, NC-17)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 37
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) Chapter 7 (NC-17) Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 (NC-17) Chapter 17 (NC-17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 (NC-17) Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36
Don emptied the last the bag of chips to a large bowl, set in on the coffee table and waited. He was about to get up again when Greg and Nick finally returned from the kitchen with Hawkes in tow.
“What took so long? I almost started without you.”
“We had to evaluate the chip situation.” Greg grinned and picked a handful from the bowl. “Nicky can’t eat barbeque flavoured chips, they mess up his stomach.”
“We don’t have any of those.”
“Yeah, but we have to be careful. And the dipping plan it now clear too.”
“They’re on the table, why do you need a plan?”
“I’m keeping an eye on his dipping. He knows the rules.”
“You got dipping rules?”
“It’s simple.” Nick explained. “If I eat something with garlic, he won’t let me anywhere near unless I brush my teeth, floss, use mouthwash, chew some mints and eat a banana.”
“Banana?”
“It neutralises the taste.” Greg mumbled through a mouthful of popcorn. “I hate the smell of mints when we’re kissing.”
“Come here.” Hawkes pulled Don to a wide, well-stuffed armchair. Don had to sit halfway in his lap, but they managed to fit into the armchair, while Greg and Nick got comfy on the couch.
Don tilted his head to the side so his lips almost tickled Hawkes`s ear.
“What was that really about?”
“Dip.”
“You’re a lousy liar when you don’t have a ready press release to read.”
“Remember what’s next month?”
“I don’t remember what was last month.”
“Your birthday.”
“No, that’s next month.”
“That’s what I meant.”
“So what does that have to do with dip and bananas?”
“You’re really trying to make this hard for me, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” Don grinned. “Tell me.”
“We were planning your present.”
“What-” Don paused when a handful of popcorn bounced off the back of his head.
“No talking in the movies.” Greg demanded. “Put it on.”
Nick whispered something to his ear and Greg bursted out in laughter.
“The movie. Put on the movie.”
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The Nightmare on Elm Street had progressed to the third death when Hawkes noticed the squeaking of the leather couch. He tilted his head back and saw Greg lounging on Nick’s lap like an exotic feline. He was grinding against the Texan, kissing him slowly, like he was experimenting with a new instrument of torture. Judging by the sounds Nick was making, the description seemed to be quite close to the truth.
Sheldon glanced down. Don’s hand had wondered under his shirt the stroke his scars, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the TV screen. Sheldon planted a chaste kiss on his neck.
“Don?”
“Yeah?” Don turned to look at him. Sheldon took advantage of the move and dived in for a real kiss. He twisted and shimmied till he managed to get on top of the man, straddling his thighs. Don’s hands were once again trying to reach the skin under his shirt.
For some reason the blue-eye always seemed drawn to Sheldon’s fading scars. He liked touching them, kissing, or just letting his hand slide over them, like they were a fascinating piece of body art. Hawkes took a deep breath and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. He kissed Don one more time and slid off his lap, settling on the floor between the man’s legs.
Greg let go from Nick’s lips long enough to take a look at the man pulling Don’s pants down. Hawkes glanced up and looked down again. He avoided Greg’s eyes, but the small grin on his face told he wasn’t about to run away. Greg turned his focus back to the Texan under him and started unbuttoning his dress shirt.
Don’s hands cradled Hawkes`s head, guiding his mouth up and down his cock. His grasp turned firmed as the man in front of him got bolder, starting to enjoy the audience. Hawkes pulled away for a minute to see what the other couple was up to. The situation was still slightly odd, but not uncomfortable.
Greg’s clothes were laying discarded on the floor. Nick was bent over the backrest of the couch, spreading his legs for balance. Greg pulled the man’s jeans down to his knees. His fingers wandered down the crevice between the cheeks, toying with the black base of the toy almost entirely hidden inside Nick. He pulled the buttplugg out carefully and Hawkes`s eyebrows reached his hairline.
“Shelly?”
“He…” Sheldon turned back to Don, looking stunned. “We’ve been here for almost two hours-”
“You’re on your knees with your hand on my dick, skip the moralising.”
“Yeah, but-” His head twirled around again when he heard Nick loud yelp. “They’re not taking the slow route…”
“Hey, focus.”
“Sorry.” Sheldon dived down again, wrapping his lips around Don’s shaft. Somewhere in the background the moans were getting louder and louder. He concentrated on his task, and he didn’t realise what Don was planning till he pulled Hawkes away from him and pushed him down to lay on the soft, fuzzy carpet. Don climbed on top of him, rubbing their erections against each other.
Hawkes pulled him closer and reached blindly to the lower level of the coffee table, but he couldn’t find what he was looking for.
“Left.” Greg instructed . “No, your left. Not so much… right… left… still your left, not mine.”
Finally Sheldon’s hand reached what he was looking for: The bottle of lube that was laying on the floor under the table.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” Greg gave him a wink, grabbed Nick’s hips and thrusted inside him again.
Don grabbed the bottle and pulled back a bit. Sheldon pulled his legs wider apart to give him more space to manoeuvre. Don smeared his fingers and began opening him up slowly. Hawkes tried to push against the digits, but Don’s other hand pressed his hip down against the carpet, holding him still. He turned to look at Nick and Greg, whose volume seemed to increase by the minute.
“Not a contest here, you don’t get extract points for torture.” Hawkes reminded.
“Maybe I just like the view.” Don grinned and his fingers made a teasing little twist. He pulled out and placed the man’s legs to rest on his shoulders. He pressed the head of his cock against Hawkes`s entrance and pushed in slowly. Sheldon closed his eyes, he could feel his legs shaking as he welcomed the invasion. The tension subsided and Don set a rough pace, pounding into him. Sheldon pulled his legs down and wrapped them around Don’s butt, pulling him deeper.
Nick’s scream tore them out of their trance. Both paused for a minute to look at the Texan who was now heaving against the couch cushions, looking exhausted. Greg pulled out of him slowly, still hard. Hawkes sunk the heels of his feet to Don’s buttocks, signalling him to move. Don got the hint.
“Don…” Hawkes panted and looked at him in the eyes. “Remember what I said about your birthday?”
“Yeah?”
“Remember what you said you loved when you stayed here?”
Don startled when he felt Greg’s hands land on his shoulders. A warm body was pressed against his back while a hard member nestled between his cheeks.
“Happy birthday.” Hawkes smirked. “I’ve never been into topping.”
Greg’s fingers found Don’s opening and his other hand settled on his hipbone.
“Move.” Greg stated and placed a kiss on the crook of the man’s neck. Don continued thrusting in and out of Sheldon, with the fingers behind him sinking deeper. His head slumped down as the double impact started to take over. He almost whimpered when the fingers were pulled away. They were replaced by Greg’s cock, filling him up as he kept rocking against Hawkes. Greg set the rhythm and Don followed, each stroke going through each man.
“Don…” Hawkes gasped, stroking his own cock in a feverish pace. He looked up, observing the expressions on Don’s face. “I like the view too.” He shot his load on his stomach, his legs squeezing Don harder as the wave of pleasure went through his body. The pressure of muscles around Don’s member made him loose control. He came inside Hawkes, whimpering like a baby.
In his daze he hardly even realised how Greg bent him forward till he was on all fours. Greg took their releases as a sign to let loose and he increased his pace, his fingers sinking into Don’s hip hard enough to leave bruises. He growled and pushed in all the way one more time. He slumped down on top of the two men, all of them too exhausted to do anything about their uncomfortable position.
Nick peeled Greg off the pile of limbs and sweaty flesh, and pulled him into his lap, letting him rest against him. Hawkes mirrored his actions, cradling Don against his body.
“Happy birthday, buddy.” Greg stated and gave Don a mock salute. “But we didn’t finish the movie.”
“We can watch it again.” Nick suggested and threw few couch cushions back to the couch. He took the remote and set the movie to start from the beginning. “We still got popcorn.”
“Did you ever fool around in the backrow of a cinema when you were kid?” Don asked Hawkes.
“Yeah, but this was a lot more fun.”
“No regrets?”
“In the morning when I’ll have trouble walking right. But nothing besides that.”
“Good.” Don twisted his head to give him a kiss. “Thanks for my birthday present.”
“Awwww…” Greg commented. “Aren’t they adorable?” Not to be outdone, he grabbed Nick and focused on kissing him few inches from his life.
Nightmare on Elm Street went unseen by all four men once again.
Chapter 38