Fic: Brother Dearest, Chapter 10/10 (CSI, Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders)
Title: Brother Dearest, Chapter 10
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
CSI Las Vegas Main List
Nick read the text message and groaned. Greg had been torturing him for four
weeks and he was beginning to crack. He could understand that Greg didn’t
want to do anything too serious physically before his cast was gone, but this
tormenting was too cruel.
“What was it?” Warrick asked as he carefully drove the car away from the scene.
“Take a look.” Nick held his cell phone next to the steering wheel, so that Warrick
could read it.
“I can’t read when I’m driving.”
“Fine, it says `28 hours left. After that the sex machine is spinning again,
reserve your front row tickets now`.”
“Who sends you stuff like that?”
“I’ll tell you some other time when you’re not driving. Have you ever dated
anyone who gave an exact date for the first time you’ll have sex?”
“No, usually it’s `never on the first date`, or `I’m not that kind of a girl`.
Occasionally `tear off my clothes and take me on the kitchen table, you
gorgeous stallion`.”
“You made that up.”
“No, she really said it. Finally I had to gag her so that I could have sex with
her. She was talking aaaaalll the time.”
“That’s a very small nuisance compared to this. Can you imagine someboby
rubbing his body against yours, whispering filthy suggestions to your ear,
you`re getting ready and then he pulls away and says we’re not doing it until
the fifteenth.“
“Nick?”
“What?”
“You said `he`.”
“Did I?”
“Yeah. You wanna tell me something?”
“I guess we would have to talk about it sooner or later.”
“Are Sanders and your brother recruiting new members or something?”
“Something like that…”
Warrick gave him a weird look. “Don’t tell me.. It’s not Sanders, is it?”
“It is.”
“You’re dating your brothers ex. That’s weird even in Vegas…”
“I know.”
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Nick spotted to the parking lot of the hospital and waited. Finally his cell phone
chimed to inform him of a new message. It said `The wait is over. The Drought has
ended. All hale the Day of Days`. A knock on the car window shook him from his
chuckles.
“What got you smiling that broadly?” Greg grinned.
“Why did you send me a text when you knew I would come to pick you up?”
“There was very limited amount of entertainment in the waiting area. It was either
texting you, or trying to have a discussion with a guy who had severe case of
incontinence. It was a pretty tought choice. Anyway, look at this.” He lifted his
hand for Nick’s inspection. “Real beauty isn’t it?”
“It’s a hand!” Nick laughed.
“Exactly. The hand I haven’t been able to use for over a month. Think about all
the things I can do with two hands. Possibilities are endless.” Greg sat down on
the passenger seat and closed the door. “Think about all the things I could do
to me, to you, to potted plants…”
“G, hold on to that thought. We’ll in your place in half an hour.”
“Are you kidding? I’m a Boeing 757, waiting for my maiden voyage.” Greg reached
his hand over the Nick’s lap. ”And you’re the lucky guy who gets to reap the benefits
so stop yapping. Or should I go to my place and leave you out of the main cast?”
”Don’t you dare….”
”Don’t worry, just kidding.” Greg giggled and his hand dived into Nick’s jeans.
“Greg, keep doing that, and we’ll crash.”
“Okay, I’ll settle for a substitute.” Greg pulled his hand away and slipped it to his
own pants. “I haven’t been able to do this for a moth! Can you imagine the agony?”
“Yes, I can! Would you stop that, I’m trying to drive here!”
“You can drive all you want, I’ll just wait here and entertain myself.”
“When we get to your place your in serious trouble.”
“I hope so…”
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“That was a pretty good start.” Greg panted and buried his face against Nick’s
sweaty shoulder.
“A pretty good start? I’m not gonna move a muscle for couple hours.” Nick groaned.
"Where the hell did you learn that thing with-”
“Don’t even ask, I don’t kiss and tell. And believe me, I’ll get you going under
half an hour.”
“G, I’m an old man. Give me time to recover.”
“You’re not that old. Your first try was pretty impressive, especially when it
was your first male-versus-male encounter.”
“Oh, yeah… I was so worked up I didn’t even remember that… if I had remembered
that I would have been all nerves.”
“Why do you think I put you into that state?” Greg grinned.
“You mean….”
“Yep.”
“You tormented me for a month, so that I wouldn’t panic about having sex with
a guy. That’s… either really considerate or really devilish.”
“Take your pick, I’m happy with both alternatives.”