Fic: Easy Lessons, Chapter 3/3, Part I (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders / Warrick Brown, NC-17)
Title: Easy Lessons, Chapter 3/3, Part I
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders / Warrick Brown
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
CSI Las Vegas Main List
Chapter 1/3
Chapter 2/3
“Your turn.”
Greg placed his hand on Warrick`s cheek and tilted his head so he was facing Nick. The Texan’s expression had frozen into an inexpressive, steely mask. He leaned forward and captured Warrick`s lips with his own. There was nothing in the kiss, except determination to get it done. Warrick had expected him to pull back as soon as he could, but to his surprise Nick’s lips stayed firmly in place. Warrick cracked his eye open enough to see Greg’s hand on Nick’s neck, keeping him still.
Little by little Nick’s determination not to enjoy the situation vanished. He opened his lips and let Warrick invade him with his tongue. Greg’s hand slid down his neck and back to Warrick`s chest.
“You wanna start from the basics or just jump to advanced classes?”
Nick pulled back and Warrick took a deep breath.
“Can you do a quick course to the basics?”
“Sure.” Greg shimmed a bit lower, straddling the man’s thighs, and started to unbutton Warrick`s shirt. “First rule: Know your material. And if you’re considering something a bit more artistic, make sure you’ve selected the right media.”
“What about your partners? Don’t you need to know their material too?”
“Of course.” Greg grinned and pulled his own shirt over his head, dumping it to the floor. He helped Warrick wriggle his hands out of the sleeves and gave the hem of Nick’s shirt a demanding yank. Nick almost laughed and peeled off his turtleneck.
Warrick`s hands wandered across Greg’s exposed torso and slipped behind his back to slide down his spine. Greg didn’t seem to mind, instead he wriggled against the man, rubbing their bodies together. Warrick glanced at Nick to check his reaction. The Texan placed his hand next to Warrick`s, joining the slow caress. Greg arched his back against the dual touch like a feline asking for petting and his hands found the buttons off Warrick`s jeans, snapping them open one by one.
“Researching the course material?”
“There’s a lot of material to search.” Greg commented. His hand snaked into the man’s boxers and gave him a friendly squeeze. “Think you’re ready to research mine?”
Warrick nodded.
Greg pressed his fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants and got up to stand on his knees to push them down. He paused and waited for Warrick`s reaction. The man was eyeing him up and down. From his eyes down to his hard cock and back up again. His expression seemed to change every few seconds. First shock, then excitement, then a hasty look up to Greg’s eyes. He lifted his hands to trail the blonds chest, down to his ribs and taking a quick dive at his bellybutton. Greg waited patiently while Warrick geared up to move lower. Finally his hands reached Greg’s hipbone, circling around the hard member that was swinging in front of his face. He wrapped his hand around the warm shaft and gave it a tentative stroke.
“Think what feels nice to you and reverse the mechanics.” Greg instructed with a wide smirk. “Just like yours, but another way around.”
Stroke by stroke Warrick got bolder, his touches getting more assertive. His other hand became fixed on the blonds back and he gave the firm buttock a small squeeze. He looked up and Greg met his gaze.
“Looking up is good, show off your eyes.”
“My eyes?”
“Use your strengths.”
“What lessons is this?”
“Lesson two from the textbook, paragraph fifteen.”
“How long till get to lesson five?”
“You’re really yearning for learning, aren’t you?”
“You afraid I’ll cause some damage?” Warrick managed to grin, but the expression looked a bit shaky.
“Just be careful with your teeth.” Greg climbed closer, placing his knees on both sides on Warrick`s hips, bringing his cock to swing right in front of his face. “Start slow.”
Warrick licked his lips. He approached the cock in front of him with caution and took a careful lick of the shaft. He wrapped his lips around the head and swirling his tongue across the surface. Greg’s hand came down to lay on the back of his head, but didn’t try to pull him closer. Warrick took in more and more, progressing inch by inch. He pulled back and repeated the process, earning a little giggle from Greg.
Warrick soon found a comfortable pace, a good combination of licking, sucking and nibbling that seemed to bring out the deepest groans from Greg. His hand was wrapped around the base of the cock, guiding it as Greg thrusted into his mouth. Warrick other hand pulled his own cock out of his pants and he stroked it in sync with Greg’s thrusts.
His arousal was slowing down Warrick`s thought processes. He hardly even noticed that Nick had pulled down his own jeans and was now stroking his cock, his eyes glued to the spit slick cock sliding in and out of Warrick`s mouth. Greg’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed, and he was letting out a steady stream of filthy instructions.
A move next to him on the couch caught Warrick`s attention. He glanced sideways without pulling back from his task. Nick was kicking off his jeans that had been hanging around his ankles. He got up from the couch and stepped behind Greg, eyeing the slim backside and lean muscles contracting as he trusted forward.
Greg opened his eyes, head still tilted back, and shot him a teasing half lidded look.
“Nicky?”
The Texan settled behind Greg, his knees on the edge of the couch, straddling Warrick`s legs. He placed his hands firmly on Greg’s hips and pressed himself against the man’s back. His cock nestled between the blonds cheeks, slowly grinding up and down the crevice. Nick’s lips found a tender patch of skin in the crook of Greg’s neck. He kissed the smooth skin and dropped a trail of small kisses along the man’s throat, leading up to his ear.
Greg twisted his head to the side to meet his lips for a brief kiss. His head slumped down and he wrapped his fingers into Warrick`s hair.
“Rule fifty-seven. Just a personal note, and not freely transferable to other guys. Are you listening?”
Warrick gave a little nod.
“I always give just one warning. If you don’t listen, you have no one to blame but yourself.” Greg’s voice was thick and foggy, but he sounded more coherent than a man in his position had any right to be. “Consider yourself warned.”
Warrick lips curled into a tiny smirk around the man’s cock. The fingers in his hair gripped more tightly and Greg trusted in one more time. Warrick did his best to swallow everything, but his attempt ended with a coughing fit. It took a while for him to recover, but the hazy look on Greg’s face made him grin widely and he licked some of the remains from his lips. His hand was still stroking his own member, proving that certain functions didn’t require any kind of connection between a brain and a cock. He squeezed the base and shot his load on his abdomen, his eyes still nailed on Greg’s.
He slumped back against the backrest, gasping for air like a drowning man. Through his haze he could see the look on Nick’s face. The Texan was trying to bury his face against Greg’s neck, thrusting against the man with furious pace. His fingers were pressing into Greg’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. Nick’s mouth opened for a scream, but nothing came out. His eyes fluttered shut and he came against the warm skin of Greg’s buttocks.
“Rule number sixty-one.” Greg leaned sideways to grab something from the little table next to the couch. “Wet wipes are a wonderful thing when you want few more rounds before shower.”
“Few…” Warrick tried to continue, but his vocal cords combined with the lack of breath were conspiring against it. “… more?”
“Hey, I’m young and virile!” Greg stated with a husky laughter and dumped the box of wet wipes to the couch. “I think we should take this to the bedroom.” He wiggled his way out from his position between the two men and headed to the door.
“Greg…” Nick protested. “We’re older than you, give us a minute.”
“You’re not that old!”
“We are...” Warrick stated. “Five minutes? Please?”
“I’m stuck here with two oldies!” Greg complained and galloped out of the living room.
“Is he always like this?” Warrick panted out. A sticky trail was slowly running down his chin, but he couldn’t be bothered to wipe it away.
“You have no idea…” Nick groaned.
“You’ve been together… what? Six months?”
“Eight.”
“How is it possible you’re still alive?”
“Are you two coming or do I need to get a forklift?” Greg’s voice boomed from the bedroom.
“I think he means it.” Warrick chuckled and pulled himself up.
“Yep.” Nick agreed. “Last time I wanted a minute he threatened to get a cattle prod.”
Chapter 3/3, Part II