Fic: Easy Lessons, Chapter 3/3, Part II (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders / Warrick Brown, NC-17)
Title: Easy Lessons, Chapter 3/3, Part II
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
Chapter 3/3, Part I
By the time Warrick and Nick dragged themselves into the bedroom, Greg was nowhere to be seen. The door to the adjoined bathroom opened and Greg walked out with his hands full of shopping bags.
“Took you long enough.” He dumped his load to the floor next to the bed. “But probably good, I got time to go through the results of my little shopping trip.”
“What kinda shopping?” Warrick asked suspiciously.
“This and that.” Greg pulled few bottles out of one of the bags and tossed them over to Warrick.
“Apple and cinnamon flavoured lube? What are you gonna do, bake a pie?”
“Don’t tempt me. Besides, it’s really tasty.”
“What else?”
“You mean what other flavours or what do I have in the other bags?”
“Both.”
“A lot of stuff. Normally when shops open in the morning I’m already going to bed.” Greg pulled a large plastic container from a bag and tore it open. “I hoarded a six months load of sour worms.” He stuffed a handful of candy into his mouth and mumbled through it. “Want some?”
“No thanks…” Warrick leaned closer to Nick till their shoulders were touching. “Is he always on sugar high?”
“Most of the time.”
“That explains a lot…”
“I heard that!” Greg swallowed his mouthful and approached Warrick. “You know why Nick doesn’t even try to limit my sugar intake?” He pressed his lips on Warrick`s and the sweet taste spread into the man’s mouth. Greg’s tongue made a lengthy victory lap and he pulled back grinning like an evil genius. “Because I always taste so sweet.”
“Understandable.” Warrick nodded. The taste of candy was lingering on his tongue.
“And that’s the end of the recess, get on the bed.”
“You don’t waste any time, do you?”
“You just sucked me off on the couch while my boyfriend humped against me like a horny Dalmatian. It’s a bit too late to act all chaste. And I got liquorice whips too!”
“Like he said before, you get just one warning.” Nick agreed. He grabbed Warrick by the shoulder and pushed him closer to the bed.
“I’m going, I’m going…” Warrick protested, but didn’t sound very convincing. He climbed onto the bed and gave Greg a questioning look. “Now what? On all fours, on my back-”
“And you said I don’t waste any time.” Greg smirked and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Rule five point eleven: Don’t hurry, unless you’re getting it on in an airplane lavatory. On your back and hands to the side.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“Don’t look so horrified, I`m not gonna cuff you.”
“Good.”
“Nick broke the cuffs when he didn’t stop wriggling.”
Nick blushed and tilted his head down to avoid Warrick`s stunned look. Greg took advantage of the awkward silence and leaped on top of Warrick, sitting down on his thighs. He leaned down to grab one of the bags from the floor and emptied it’s content to the bed next to them.
“Finger-paints?” Warrick stared at the tubes with his eyes wide. “Seriously?”
“Edible finger-paints.” Greg picked one and snapped it open. “Rule number thirty-one can also be applied to primetime TV: If you want to appeal to younger audience, sugar-coat your topic.” He squeezed the tube and a sweet smelling paste twirled down to Warrick`s chest. He moved it across the man’s torso, drawing dark red pictures on the dark skin.
“What’s that?”
“Strawberry.” Greg brought the tube to Warrick`s lips and squeezed out a small twirl. He leaned down and licked off the sticky substance, diving in for a quick sugary kiss. He moved down the man’s neck, licking off the red traces. Warrick squeezed the sheets to keep his hands still, and enjoined the torture. Suddenly the sensation doubled and he snapped his gaze back from the ceiling.
Nick had joined them on the bed, taking over Warrick`s left nipple while Greg gently nibbled the right one. They met in the middle of Warrick`s chest for a kiss and went back to work on eradicating the tasty figures. Warrick`s cock was beginning to come back to life, and he almost wanted to look at the clock. He couldn’t remember recovering that fast for years.
“Warrick?” Greg’s voice broke through his chaotic thoughts. “Are you still among us?”
“Yeah…” Warrick moaned. “Still here…”
“Good, I was afraid I’d have to call an ambulance and explain to them how you got a seizure in my bed. Well, Nicky’s bed.” Greg moved away from Warrick`s lap and dumped the paint tube to the nightstand. “Legs.”
“What about them?”
“You really were out of it… Pull them up, I need room to operate.”
“You sound like a proctologist.”
“New addition to the rules: Don’t say stuff like that, because that can really ruin the mood.” Greg grabbed Warrick`s legs and pulled them apart, moulding him like a human mannequin till his legs were wide apart and knees bent. He turned to Nick and held out his hand. “Nurse, my instruments.”
“Really funny…” Warrick groaned. “And what instruments?”
“Secrets of the trade.”
“What do you want?” Nick asked and gestured at the haphazard mountain of shopping bags.
“The red one.”
Nick handed him the small red bag and Greg stashed it to the side of the bed to wait for later use. He took the lube bottle from the nightstand and added it to his arsenal.
“Lift your hips.”
This time Warrick didn’t bother to question him. He just lifted his hips so Greg could placed few pillows under him, leaving his hips elevated. Somewhere in the back of his mind Warrick realised he should feel awkward. He was laying naked in front of two of his equally naked co-workers, one of which was his best friend, with his cock resting against his abs and his ass exposed. The situation didn’t feel as awkward as it should, instead he found it oddly exciting. His thoughts came to an abrupt end when a wet mouth landed on his cock, sucking it to full hardness.
He raised his head to look at Greg’s head bouncing up and down, while Nick’s hands roamed over the sensitive skin of Warrick`s inner thigh. The Texan brought his other hand to stroke Greg’s hair. The dirty blond lock were falling on Greg’s face, bringing attention to the chocolate brown eyes observing Warrick`s reactions. His pulled his lips away for few seconds, then they returned to lick the tended underside of Warrick`s cock and down to caress his balls.
Warrick practically leaped up from the bed when Greg run his tongue across his entrance. Nick pressed him down by his shoulders, pinning him to the mattress. Greg’s tongue teased the puckered opening and Warrick`s breathing sped up. He licked his dry lips and tried to force himself to calm down. Nick glanced down at him with a knowing smirk. He leaned down to plant a small kiss on Warrick`s open lips.
“Relax and enjoy. He knows what he’s doing.”
Warrick felt the warm tongue pulling away and being replaced by something wet and hard. Greg’s well lubed finger circled the opening and finally started to press inside. Warrick let out a shocked gasp and Greg paused. Little by little he pressed forward, giving Warrick time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed in again time after time, each time diminishing the burn and bringing the sensation closer to pleasure. Greg increased his pace, thrusting in and made a small twist.
That was the last straw that broke Warrick`s self-control. He wriggled against Nick’s weight and howled. He threw his head back against the pillow and stared at the stars dancing in front of his eyes. His legs were reacting on their own and pulling wider apart.
The burning sensation returned when Greg added a second finger, but this time the it subsided faster and the tingling pleasure made Warrick gasp against Nick’s lips that had once again landed on his. When the third finger invaded him, he started to push himself against the digits as much as the man half-laying on top him allowed. Nick let go of him and Warrick shimmied down till Greg’s fingers were completely surrounded by his contracting muscles. His hips rocked against the invader , enjoying the feeling of his body giving in. His cock bounced against his abs, hard as a rock.
Just as he was about to demand more, Greg pulled his fingers out. Warrick tilted his head up to voice his objection, but his mouth went dry when he saw what the blond was doing. He had pulled a shiny black dildo from the red shopping bag and was covering it with a generous amount of lube.
“Rule number two and this is the one to remember at all times: Adequate lubrication is the one thing that can make a difference between painful and good. Or good and very good.”
“Okay…”
“And you can’t really go too far with it. Too much is better than not enough.”
“Not enough?” Warrick looked at the glistering surface of the toy. “I think you’ve used enough of that to fuck an entire football team.”
“That’s quite a picture…” Greg grinned. He placed the tip of the toy against the stretched entrance. “Push down.”
Warrick obeyed and pushed his hips down, letting the toy sink in. The feel of it was different from Greg’s fingers and the larger girth stretched him even more. He had to focus on his breathing as the dildo reached points Greg’s fingers couldn’t. Nick stroked his cheek gently, trying to make up for the fact that he couldn’t see much of Greg, except the messy mop of hair. Warrick wrapped his lips around the Texan’s thumb as it passed his mouth and sucked it into his mouth. Nick chuckled and started thrusting into Warrick`s mouth, taking the pace from Greg’s ministrations. Warrick licked and sucked the digit the way he had used on Greg’s cock, enjoying the distraction while his body adapted around the thick dildo.
“Nicky?” Greg lifted his head and nodded at the direction of the nightstand. Nick grabbed condom from the nightstand and handed it over to the blond. Warrick let Nick thumb plop out of his mouth and he lifted his head to see what was going on. Greg let go of the dildo, leaving it inside the man, and tore the condom wrapper open.
“Another rule?” Warrick`s eyes followed Greg’s hands as he rolled the condom over his hard-on.
“No. Protection is one of those rules you don’t even need to say. Everyone should know that without saying.” Greg smeared lube on his latex covered cock. He grabbed the base of the toy and pulled it slowly out of him. “Stretching is another one. Pain is never fun.”
Warrick pulled his legs up to his chest and took a deep breath. Greg positioned himself between the man’s legs and placed them to rest on his shoulder. He pressed his cock against Warrick`s hole and pushed in. The preparation had done it’s duty and Warrick`s body eagerly welcomed him in, wrapping the thick shaft in its tight heat.
The first thrust took Warrick`s breath away. He stared up at Greg, taking in the whole scene. Dark brown eyes, half-open mouth, messy hair falling on his forehead. He pulled his legs down to wrap them around the man’s waist and pulled his as close as he could. Greg took this as a sign and started a steady rhythm, thrusting into him. Warrick`s hands went up to grasp the headboard to keep himself grounded.
Greg gave Nick a little wink and the Texan moved closer, climbing over Warrick and positioned himself to straddle the man’s chest. He leaned forward leaned against the headboard for balance while his other hand guided his cock to Warrick`s lips. Warrick opened his mouth to welcome him and Nick slid in, fucking his mouth with leisurely pace. Warrick`s hands came down to grab the Texan’s butt and his fingers sunk into the firm globes.
Warrick`s thought processes were quickly turning from chaotic to non-existent. The pleasurable burn of Greg’s cock thrusting into him, the salty slick member sliding down his throat. He was beyond the point of comprehension. Greg’s hand grasped Warrick`s cock, stroking it firmly, and he gave up all pretences of self-control. Few strokes were enough. He came over Greg’s hand and his own belly. The wave of pleasure washed over him and his hands grasped Nick buttocks, grabbing whatever he could. Nick’s salty load erupted into his mouth and he swallowed greedily without even thinking about it. He had no doubt he would be embarrassed later, but at that moment he couldn’t care less.
Nick climbed clumsily away from him, trying not to crush him and he slumped down next to Warrick. Greg eyed the two with an amused smirk on his lips. He increased his place, thrusting deeper and harder. His moves were becoming faster and rougher. Greg came with a loud yell.
Warrick stared at him as he pulled out carefully and disposed the used condom. The scene was still playing in his mind, Greg pounding into him and the look on his face when he came inside Warrick. He felt Nick’s hand caressing his cheek again and he turned his face to rub against the soft touch. Nick seemed to be just as out of it as he was, and in a weird way it seemed quite comforting.
“Warrick?” Greg had sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” Warrick sighed. “Whoever said the first time is always bad, didn’t know what he was talking about.”
“You wanna know something?”
“More rules?”
“More like an observation. Right now… you look like a cross between a sloth and a Teletubby.”
“Do I wanna know what you mean?”
“Well, the sloth is pretty self-explanatory, but you kinda look like you’re about to clap your hands and sing "Again, again".” Greg rolled off the bed. “Clean up time.”
“Who’s going first?”
“All of us.” Greg smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. “Why do you think we’re at Nick’s place and not mine? There’s a big tub.”
He walked out of the bedroom before Warrick could get over his surprise.
“Three grown men in one tub?”
“It’s easier to just go with it.”
“You know, that’s the second time he does that. Leaves us here and just bounces away.”
“Youth.” Nick shrugged with a deep sigh. “He’ll be like that all night. And you have no idea what his breakfast special is like.”
“Is there food involved?”
“Not much.”
Epilogue