CSI: Nick/Greg: Raising the Heat, R/ NC-17
Title: Raising the Heat
Author: Artistic_Sillie (aka Sillie)
Fandom: CSI
Rating: R/ NC17
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: Don't own them... At least, the last time I checked I didn't...
Prompt: Uncomfortable with their budding attraction and sexual relationships, Greg convinces Nick to engage in a session of masturbation together.
Notes: Heehee.. this was fun to do. I'm not sure if I kept to the prompt entirely, but I'm satisfied with the outcome. I actually had a little time left, and dork as I am, I left a little present at the bottom... :'3 Lots of thanks to aprilmay430 and wholewrldbright for beta-ing.
If only he knew where he stood with Nick.
He liked Nick from the moment he first saw him, and he’s pretty sure Nick likes him too. He can see it in the way Nick looks at him, touches him. But they’ve never actually talked about it, and he’s not really sure what it is they’re doing. But when Nick smiles at him with that smile that makes his knees go weak, Greg knows he’s in way over his head.
It’s near the end of shift, and he finished his work some time ago. He’s only waiting for some test results, and then he’s off. It gives him the time to analyse his feelings for Nick, and he’s so absorbed into his thoughts that he doesn’t hear the door to his lab opening.
Suddenly a hand lands on his shoulder and he jerks around, only to look into Nick’s smiling face, and it’s probably good he’s already sitting down.
“Didn’t mean to startle you. Aren’t you supposed to do some work around here?”
Nick’s grin tells him he’s teasing, but he can’t help but feel a little offended.
“For your information, I’m already done. I’m just waiting for some results. In fact, they should be ready right about…” He stretches his arm out, and right on cue the printer spits out some results. “…now.”
Nick laughs, and Greg can’t quite stop the small shiver that runs down his spine.
“All right, all right… Anyway, I came here to ask you if you wanted to go for a drink or something.”
Greg looks up from the results he’s studying, a smile on his face. They’ve been doing this for a while now, inviting each other out for drinks. He enjoys those ‘dates’ very much, loves talking with Nick, or mostly to Nick because he’s doing most of the talking. But Nick doesn’t seem to mind, and it’s one of the many things that makes him like Nick even more.
“Sure, I’d love to. Just give me a minute to clean up and give this to Gris, all right?”
“Okay, I’ll meet you at the parking lot.” Greg nods and watches as Nick walks away.
Ten minutes later and he’s exiting the building, spotting Nick as he leans against his car.
“Hey…” Nick looks up and smiles at him. “Where’s your car?”
Greg points to the right. “Over there. I’ll follow you, okay?”
Nick nods, knowing it’s his turn to decide where they’re going, and Greg walks over to his car. He expects Nick to lead him to one of the places they normally go, so he’s very surprised when they pull up at Nick’s driveway.
After locking his car he turns to Nick. He looks kind of… nervous. As Greg walks up to him, Nick smiles almost apologetically. “I didn’t really feel like going to a public place. I hope you don’t mind.”
Greg grins, and that seems to relax Nick somewhat. “No man, it’s fine.”
Nick fumbles for his keys and opens the door to let them in. “That’s great. Here, make yourself at home. I’ll get you something to drink. I’ve got some pizza left, want some?”
While talking, Nick has made his way to the kitchen. Greg blinks and looks around the apartment. He’s only been here once before, but he didn’t see much of it then.
“Uh, sure. Sounds good.”
He makes his way to the couch and sinks down, looking up as Nick sits down next to him, handing him a beer and a slice of pizza. Then it’s silent for a while.
He takes a sip from his beer and searches his brain for something to say. “So… had any lady-friends over here lately?”
He wants to hit himself as soon as the words leave his lips. It’s one of the stupidest things to say, so he isn’t really surprised to hear himself say them. But he’s also curious. He’s pretty sure Nick would have told him if he’d gotten himself some girl action, but the truth is that they haven’t talked about girls in ages. And he wants to know if he’s got a chance.
He looks at Nick and sees the emotions play over his face. He sees Nick’s inner struggle, and he’s just about to say forget it, that it’s none of his business anyway, when Nick answers: “No, as a matter of fact, I haven’t had a ‘Lady-friend’ for quite a while now…”
He sees Nick uneasiness and before he knows it, he’s reaching out to squeeze Nick’s shoulder. He watches as a blush appears on Nick’s face, and he decides to file that information as interesting.
He downs the rest of his beer, then looks back at Nick. “If it would make you feel any better… I haven’t had any girlfriends in a while either.”
Nick nods and flashes him a quick smile before grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. Greg sighs and leans back a bit, finishing the slice of pizza slowly.
He’s in the process of cleaning his fingers by sucking them clean, when he realizes the channel-hopping Nick had been doing has stopped. Greg glances to his side and is pleasantly surprised to see Nick’s eyes transfixed on his fingers, and he has trouble suppressing the grin that wants to spread over his face.
He pulls the last finger out with an audible pop, and Nick quickly turns his head back to the TV. Greg looks at Nick’s hands and sees that they’re curled into tight fists.
Suddenly, the grin he’d tried to hold back spreads across his face as a plan forms in his mind. He reaches out, grabbing one of Nick’s hands and lifting it to his mouth. He hears Nick’s startled, “Greg, what…?” morph into a gasp as he sticks out his tongue to lick the skin of Nick’s hand.
As he looks up, he meets Nick’s wide-eyed gaze. “You had some sauce on your hand…” he explains and Nick can only nod.
They stare at each other for what seems like ages. He’s still holding Nick’s hand and Nick isn’t pulling away, so Greg considers that to be a good sign. Nick shifts uncomfortably, and the blush on his face spreads to color even the tips of his ears red.
He dares a tentative glance down at Nick’s crotch, a smile tugging at his lips when he sees the effect he’s having on Nick. He can just about hold in the awfully clichéd words involving a gun, because the last thing he wants is to scare Nick away.
Instead he lowers his hand and lets it rest on Nick’s thigh, drawing soothing circles with his finger. He hears Nick draw in a sharp breath, but he doesn’t bat Greg’s hand away.
“I see you’ve got a bit of a problem. Why don’t you solve it? I won’t mind…”
It takes a few seconds before Nick understands what Greg means. Greg watches, amused, as Nick tries several times to form words. When he finally manages to speak, his voice is a little higher than usual.
“Greg… I can’t just… I mean, you…”
Greg laughs softly and lets his hand travel up higher. “Like I said, I don’t mind. I could… help you, if you want?”
His hand has reached its goal, and he lets his finger trail lightly over the bulge in Nick’s jeans. Nick’s hips jerk up involuntarily, and he lets out a low groan.
“G…” His voice is low and husky now, and Greg thinks it sounds sexy as hell. “Greg, we can’t…”
Nick’s voice falters as Greg pushes down more firmly. “Of course we can. Let me do this for you, Nick.”
Any complaint Nick might have had dies on his lips as Greg pops open the button of his jeans and eases the zipper down, pulling his jeans open. He lets his finger travel lightly over the waistband of Nick’s boxer briefs before dipping his hand in.
Nick lets out a choked whimper when Greg’s hand closes around his heated flesh and frees it from its constricting confinements.
He strokes softly at first, trailing his thumb over the head in each upward stroke. Nick splays his legs a little wider, gripping the side of the couch tightly. Greg licks his suddenly dry lips and moves his hand more firmly, speeding up a little.
Nick squeezes his eyes shut and groans, his thighs shaking. One of Nick’s hands closes around Greg’s and together they finish it.
When Nick comes, warm wetness spills over Greg’s hand, and suddenly he wants to taste. He lets go of Nick’s softening cock, lifting his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean slowly, tasting bitter/salt on his tongue.
Then he turns back to Nick, who’s trying to get his breathing back under control. Tucks him back in and when his hands leave Nick’s jeans he’s suddenly nervous. Because now he’s having a problem of his own, and he just hopes he didn’t read Nick all wrong and ends up messing up their friendship.
He gasps when a strong hand lands on his knee, the warmth seeping through the denim and spreading through his body. He looks up at Nick, face suddenly burning.
The look in Nick’s eyes can only be described as predatory, and then Nick’s leaning in. Hot breath hits Greg’s ear and neck, and he can’t stop the shudder that runs down his spine.
“Looks like you’re the one with the problem now…” Nick whispers, and the hand that was resting on his knee moves upwards to cup Greg’s erection through the denim. When Nick pushes down, he lets out a whimper that sounds a lot needier than he wants it to.
Nick’s lips quirk into a grin, and he trails his finger teasingly over the fabric. Greg’s squirming, trying to glare at Nick but not really succeeding. He wants to tell Nick to hurry up already, but before he gets the words out, Nick’s hands are already on the fastening of his jeans, pulling it open.
Instead, the words morph into a breathy gasp as Nick’s hand closes around his erection, and eases it past the waistband of his boxers. And he’s been imagining what it would be like, dreaming about it even, but it’s nothing compared to this.
Not even close to the real thing, and a moan leaves his lips as Nick lazily strokes his cock. He’s drifting in a sensual haze, but soon he wants more, and he bucks his hips in a silent plea, unable to form words.
Nick gets the message though, and he speeds up. Greg’s thighs start to shake and when Nick reaches out his other hand and presses down at the sensitive skin behind his balls, he’s coming. Spilling come over Nick’s hand, and he watches as Nick lifts his hand and repeats Greg’s earlier action and slowly cleans his hand with his mouth.
Greg can only stare, panting, face flushed, eyes transfixed on Nick’s fingers disappearing in his mouth. Then Nick leans forward and tucks him back in, but he doesn’t close Greg’s jeans.
Instead he lets his hand travel up to rest on Greg’s neck, fingering the edge of a burn scar that peeks out from under his collar. Greg finally manages to get his breathing under control, and looks up at Nick.
He sees the affection on Nick’s face and he feels a smile tugging at his lips. Then Nick leans in and Greg meets him halfway, their lips finally touching for the first time in a slow kiss.
When they part, Greg’s clutching the front of Nick’s shirt to keep him close, and he honestly can’t remember gripping it.
Then Nick’s leaning in again, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, before moving to his ear and whispering.
“Want to see my bedroom?”
~*~
And because I'm a dork:
Then Nick leans in and Greg meets him halfway, their lips finally touching for the first time in a slow kiss.
Author: Artistic_Sillie (aka Sillie)
Fandom: CSI
Rating: R/ NC17
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Disclaimer: Don't own them... At least, the last time I checked I didn't...
Prompt: Uncomfortable with their budding attraction and sexual relationships, Greg convinces Nick to engage in a session of masturbation together.
Notes: Heehee.. this was fun to do. I'm not sure if I kept to the prompt entirely, but I'm satisfied with the outcome. I actually had a little time left, and dork as I am, I left a little present at the bottom... :'3 Lots of thanks to aprilmay430 and wholewrldbright for beta-ing.
If only he knew where he stood with Nick.
He liked Nick from the moment he first saw him, and he’s pretty sure Nick likes him too. He can see it in the way Nick looks at him, touches him. But they’ve never actually talked about it, and he’s not really sure what it is they’re doing. But when Nick smiles at him with that smile that makes his knees go weak, Greg knows he’s in way over his head.
It’s near the end of shift, and he finished his work some time ago. He’s only waiting for some test results, and then he’s off. It gives him the time to analyse his feelings for Nick, and he’s so absorbed into his thoughts that he doesn’t hear the door to his lab opening.
Suddenly a hand lands on his shoulder and he jerks around, only to look into Nick’s smiling face, and it’s probably good he’s already sitting down.
“Didn’t mean to startle you. Aren’t you supposed to do some work around here?”
Nick’s grin tells him he’s teasing, but he can’t help but feel a little offended.
“For your information, I’m already done. I’m just waiting for some results. In fact, they should be ready right about…” He stretches his arm out, and right on cue the printer spits out some results. “…now.”
Nick laughs, and Greg can’t quite stop the small shiver that runs down his spine.
“All right, all right… Anyway, I came here to ask you if you wanted to go for a drink or something.”
Greg looks up from the results he’s studying, a smile on his face. They’ve been doing this for a while now, inviting each other out for drinks. He enjoys those ‘dates’ very much, loves talking with Nick, or mostly to Nick because he’s doing most of the talking. But Nick doesn’t seem to mind, and it’s one of the many things that makes him like Nick even more.
“Sure, I’d love to. Just give me a minute to clean up and give this to Gris, all right?”
“Okay, I’ll meet you at the parking lot.” Greg nods and watches as Nick walks away.
Ten minutes later and he’s exiting the building, spotting Nick as he leans against his car.
“Hey…” Nick looks up and smiles at him. “Where’s your car?”
Greg points to the right. “Over there. I’ll follow you, okay?”
Nick nods, knowing it’s his turn to decide where they’re going, and Greg walks over to his car. He expects Nick to lead him to one of the places they normally go, so he’s very surprised when they pull up at Nick’s driveway.
After locking his car he turns to Nick. He looks kind of… nervous. As Greg walks up to him, Nick smiles almost apologetically. “I didn’t really feel like going to a public place. I hope you don’t mind.”
Greg grins, and that seems to relax Nick somewhat. “No man, it’s fine.”
Nick fumbles for his keys and opens the door to let them in. “That’s great. Here, make yourself at home. I’ll get you something to drink. I’ve got some pizza left, want some?”
While talking, Nick has made his way to the kitchen. Greg blinks and looks around the apartment. He’s only been here once before, but he didn’t see much of it then.
“Uh, sure. Sounds good.”
He makes his way to the couch and sinks down, looking up as Nick sits down next to him, handing him a beer and a slice of pizza. Then it’s silent for a while.
He takes a sip from his beer and searches his brain for something to say. “So… had any lady-friends over here lately?”
He wants to hit himself as soon as the words leave his lips. It’s one of the stupidest things to say, so he isn’t really surprised to hear himself say them. But he’s also curious. He’s pretty sure Nick would have told him if he’d gotten himself some girl action, but the truth is that they haven’t talked about girls in ages. And he wants to know if he’s got a chance.
He looks at Nick and sees the emotions play over his face. He sees Nick’s inner struggle, and he’s just about to say forget it, that it’s none of his business anyway, when Nick answers: “No, as a matter of fact, I haven’t had a ‘Lady-friend’ for quite a while now…”
He sees Nick uneasiness and before he knows it, he’s reaching out to squeeze Nick’s shoulder. He watches as a blush appears on Nick’s face, and he decides to file that information as interesting.
He downs the rest of his beer, then looks back at Nick. “If it would make you feel any better… I haven’t had any girlfriends in a while either.”
Nick nods and flashes him a quick smile before grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. Greg sighs and leans back a bit, finishing the slice of pizza slowly.
He’s in the process of cleaning his fingers by sucking them clean, when he realizes the channel-hopping Nick had been doing has stopped. Greg glances to his side and is pleasantly surprised to see Nick’s eyes transfixed on his fingers, and he has trouble suppressing the grin that wants to spread over his face.
He pulls the last finger out with an audible pop, and Nick quickly turns his head back to the TV. Greg looks at Nick’s hands and sees that they’re curled into tight fists.
Suddenly, the grin he’d tried to hold back spreads across his face as a plan forms in his mind. He reaches out, grabbing one of Nick’s hands and lifting it to his mouth. He hears Nick’s startled, “Greg, what…?” morph into a gasp as he sticks out his tongue to lick the skin of Nick’s hand.
As he looks up, he meets Nick’s wide-eyed gaze. “You had some sauce on your hand…” he explains and Nick can only nod.
They stare at each other for what seems like ages. He’s still holding Nick’s hand and Nick isn’t pulling away, so Greg considers that to be a good sign. Nick shifts uncomfortably, and the blush on his face spreads to color even the tips of his ears red.
He dares a tentative glance down at Nick’s crotch, a smile tugging at his lips when he sees the effect he’s having on Nick. He can just about hold in the awfully clichéd words involving a gun, because the last thing he wants is to scare Nick away.
Instead he lowers his hand and lets it rest on Nick’s thigh, drawing soothing circles with his finger. He hears Nick draw in a sharp breath, but he doesn’t bat Greg’s hand away.
“I see you’ve got a bit of a problem. Why don’t you solve it? I won’t mind…”
It takes a few seconds before Nick understands what Greg means. Greg watches, amused, as Nick tries several times to form words. When he finally manages to speak, his voice is a little higher than usual.
“Greg… I can’t just… I mean, you…”
Greg laughs softly and lets his hand travel up higher. “Like I said, I don’t mind. I could… help you, if you want?”
His hand has reached its goal, and he lets his finger trail lightly over the bulge in Nick’s jeans. Nick’s hips jerk up involuntarily, and he lets out a low groan.
“G…” His voice is low and husky now, and Greg thinks it sounds sexy as hell. “Greg, we can’t…”
Nick’s voice falters as Greg pushes down more firmly. “Of course we can. Let me do this for you, Nick.”
Any complaint Nick might have had dies on his lips as Greg pops open the button of his jeans and eases the zipper down, pulling his jeans open. He lets his finger travel lightly over the waistband of Nick’s boxer briefs before dipping his hand in.
Nick lets out a choked whimper when Greg’s hand closes around his heated flesh and frees it from its constricting confinements.
He strokes softly at first, trailing his thumb over the head in each upward stroke. Nick splays his legs a little wider, gripping the side of the couch tightly. Greg licks his suddenly dry lips and moves his hand more firmly, speeding up a little.
Nick squeezes his eyes shut and groans, his thighs shaking. One of Nick’s hands closes around Greg’s and together they finish it.
When Nick comes, warm wetness spills over Greg’s hand, and suddenly he wants to taste. He lets go of Nick’s softening cock, lifting his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean slowly, tasting bitter/salt on his tongue.
Then he turns back to Nick, who’s trying to get his breathing back under control. Tucks him back in and when his hands leave Nick’s jeans he’s suddenly nervous. Because now he’s having a problem of his own, and he just hopes he didn’t read Nick all wrong and ends up messing up their friendship.
He gasps when a strong hand lands on his knee, the warmth seeping through the denim and spreading through his body. He looks up at Nick, face suddenly burning.
The look in Nick’s eyes can only be described as predatory, and then Nick’s leaning in. Hot breath hits Greg’s ear and neck, and he can’t stop the shudder that runs down his spine.
“Looks like you’re the one with the problem now…” Nick whispers, and the hand that was resting on his knee moves upwards to cup Greg’s erection through the denim. When Nick pushes down, he lets out a whimper that sounds a lot needier than he wants it to.
Nick’s lips quirk into a grin, and he trails his finger teasingly over the fabric. Greg’s squirming, trying to glare at Nick but not really succeeding. He wants to tell Nick to hurry up already, but before he gets the words out, Nick’s hands are already on the fastening of his jeans, pulling it open.
Instead, the words morph into a breathy gasp as Nick’s hand closes around his erection, and eases it past the waistband of his boxers. And he’s been imagining what it would be like, dreaming about it even, but it’s nothing compared to this.
Not even close to the real thing, and a moan leaves his lips as Nick lazily strokes his cock. He’s drifting in a sensual haze, but soon he wants more, and he bucks his hips in a silent plea, unable to form words.
Nick gets the message though, and he speeds up. Greg’s thighs start to shake and when Nick reaches out his other hand and presses down at the sensitive skin behind his balls, he’s coming. Spilling come over Nick’s hand, and he watches as Nick lifts his hand and repeats Greg’s earlier action and slowly cleans his hand with his mouth.
Greg can only stare, panting, face flushed, eyes transfixed on Nick’s fingers disappearing in his mouth. Then Nick leans forward and tucks him back in, but he doesn’t close Greg’s jeans.
Instead he lets his hand travel up to rest on Greg’s neck, fingering the edge of a burn scar that peeks out from under his collar. Greg finally manages to get his breathing under control, and looks up at Nick.
He sees the affection on Nick’s face and he feels a smile tugging at his lips. Then Nick leans in and Greg meets him halfway, their lips finally touching for the first time in a slow kiss.
When they part, Greg’s clutching the front of Nick’s shirt to keep him close, and he honestly can’t remember gripping it.
Then Nick’s leaning in again, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, before moving to his ear and whispering.
“Want to see my bedroom?”
~*~
And because I'm a dork:
Then Nick leans in and Greg meets him halfway, their lips finally touching for the first time in a slow kiss.