Title: The Back Massage
By: quettaser
Rating: Umm...PG-13, though maybe R depending on how sensitive you are.
Spoilers: No spoilers for any episodes.
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairings: Nick/Greg
Summary: A patented back massage leads Nick to say what's really on his mind.

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He didn't even mean to say it. It just slipped out, a deep want released in a soft sigh. It's not like it was his fault anyways, a man can't be held responsible for what comes out of his mouth while he's getting a deep back massage. Or, at least, that's what Nick told himself. He didn't even realize he had said it until the hands stopped moving on his back.

Well, it wasn't a total surprise. He'd certainly been thinking it for a while, he couldn't not. Not when he'd been staring into those deep brown eyes every morning for three months, feeling those hands on his body, kissing that skin, tasting that sweat. But it wasn't even that, although, Nick knew that had a lot to do with it. No, it was something more, something deeper that Nick could only guess was what those women's magazines called "intimacy."

Nick felt the hands leave his back and then felt Greg sit back on his legs. Nick knew he should say something, explain it away, make a joke out of it, or even repeat it, just as long as he spoke. The most dangerous thing to do would be to let Greg's brain run with it, because that would lead to a lot of probing questions that Nick wasn't ready to answer. But Nick couldn't summon the strength to turn his head away from the pillow, to form the words, to look into those eyes. After today, he'd have to remember how utterly relaxing and debilitating Greg's back massages could be.

"Did you just say what I think you just said?" asked Greg, quiet in the dark bedroom, the normal lilt of humor gone from his voice. There was a frightened edge to his voice, a tremble to his words. Nick couldn't let him stew, he had to say something.

"That depends on what you think I said, but yes, I did. And don't stop," replied Nick. He was surprised at himself, at his calmness, at his openness, at his lack of fear. In the past, the thought of this kind of intimacy, of total trust and dependency had sent Nick running for the hills. It's wasn't like he hadn't had a serious relationship with a man before, because he had, but with Greg, it was different.

He had made his decision. He wouldn't take those words back, wouldn't make them a joke, wouldn't brush them aside. And then he realized that he couldn't. The way that Greg's hands had moved across his back, Nick felt...worshipped and safe, even. And he knew that he could trust Greg with everything he had. Before Greg, he had never understood it, never felt that need, that want, that desire to be so open and vulnerable, and he thought he never would. But now, Nick knew exactly how it felt and that want wasn't going to go away unless he gave into it and let Greg know.

Nick felt Greg lean forward again and felt those hands on his back once more, though this time, there was a hesitancy to Greg's touch. "Are you being serious? Because I don't think I'd be able to handle it if you were kidding with me."

"I'm serious." Greg exhaled deeply, the air hitching in his throat as he pressed harder on Nick's back. Nick felt the shudders moving through Greg's body and smiled into the bed.

"But I thought you'd never-"

"I haven't. You would be the first." Another deep shudder from Greg.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Greg's hands stopped moving again.

"Really, are you really sure? Because if this is just one of those Freudian slips and you aren't really ready, I'd be okay- because I know that you haven't-and I could understand if you weren't-and I just want you to-just, are you sure?"

Nick chuckled at Greg's babble and decided that there was only one way to prove to Greg that he was serious. He shifted his body underneath Greg's until he was on his back, staring into those perfect eyes. He raised a hand to Greg's neck and pulled him down to his lips, half-formed questions still tumbling from Greg's mouth. Nick swallowed his words and nervousness and doubt and kissed Greg firmly, saying yes with lips and tongue, soft caresses and lightly grinding hips.

A long moan poured out of Greg's throat as their lips parted. "You never actually answered me," said Nick, his voice gravelly, arousal growing and staring into those dark brown pools of light. Greg moaned again, kissing Nick hard and rough, tongue licking and pushing and probing and Nick was sure that Greg would devour him if he could, and that was what Nick wanted. He wanted to give himself over to Greg and let him take control. He could handle the rejection, but Greg had been pushing for this for a while, although never directly. There were looks, carefully worded questions and questing touches, but Nick hadn't responded, had forced the thought from his head.

Until his felt those hands on his back. Nick pushed up into Greg's body, yearning for contact, for the heat of that skin. Remaining clothing was quickly lost and Nick let out a contented sigh as Greg let his full weight settle on Nick. Greg grinned.

"If I had known what my patented back massage would do to you, I would have done it months ago."

"Well?" Nick stared into those eyes, those eyes so full of love and lust, trust and a little bit of triumph. Greg's hands, those amazing hands that had been massaging his back just minutes ago, cupped his face as Greg kissed him again.

"Of course I'll fuck you."

***

Greg began his assault on Nick's body, kissing a sweltering line down Nick's neck to his collarbone. Greg didn't think he'd ever been so hard in his life. He was going to get to fuck Nick Stokes, no, not just fuck Nick Stokes, he was going to pop his cherry. Nick Stokes, "ladies man", Nick Stokes, sexy ass cowboy with a sexy ass, Nick Stokes, his lover, Nick Stokes, his love...and just Nick, his.

Love. Now there was a word that could cause problems. Said at the wrong time, brought up the wrong way and it could kill a relationship. Greg had had that happen to him enough times. But the fact that Nick trusted him enough to get closer than anyone had ever been before, made Greg believe that Nick was damn serious about this relationship. Just as long as he doesn't fuck it up with the wrong words, Greg thought to himself.

But Greg didn't want to think about problems that didn't exist yet. He wanted to keep kissing Nick, keep sucking, nipping, licking, biting, exploring every inch of him. And even though he'd made this journey many times, this one would end differently. He wanted to catalogue each moment, to remember the way Nick's stomach muscles jump every time Greg's lips touch sensitive skin, the quiet whimpers Nick makes when Greg sucks his skin hard enough to leave a mark, but mostly the way Nick's hands tremble just a little, which makes Greg think that Nick's thinking about what's going to happen when Greg gets further down his body.

Greg stopped his assault for a moment so that he could take in the sight of Nick beneath him, lightly panting, skin flushed and eyes closed in satisfaction. He couldn't get over the fact that Nick was willing to do this, that he was willing to let Greg take control, that he could do anything to that body pulsing beneath him and Nick would let him.

Nick opened his eyes. Greg had always loved the way Nick stared into his eyes. There was something fearless about it, something shameless and intense, nothing like Nick's natural aww-shucks modesty. Greg smiled his best shit-eating grin, the one he knew Nick loved and moved down Nick's body until his head was level with Nick's cock, all the time keeping his eyes locked with Nick's.

Greg blew softly on the head, loving the way Nick's hips bucked just a little bit. He continued to torture Nick with his breath, never actually touching the sensitive organ and all the while, staring into Nick's eyes. "Greg..." Nick's hands grasped at his own skin, the way he did when Greg was being a tease, or like that one time when Nick actually let Greg watch him masturbate. Mmm, that was a very good memory...but Greg didn't need memories, not when Nick was hot and waiting beneath him, ready to open himself up.

Greg finally gave in and enveloped Nick's cock in his mouth. And he decided that teasing time was over. Greg wanted Nick to be on fire and he knew that when he finally got inside of that gorgeous ass, he wasn't going to be able to hold on for long. So Greg began sucking Nick's cock like a madman, like he was dying of thirst and Nick was made of water. He used every trick he'd ever learned, hit every spot that made Nick buck and moan and thrash, and brought him just to the edge of orgasm, before pulling away.

Nick groaned in disappointment, but Greg was okay with that, because he was sucking on two fingers, getting them nice and wet. Greg guided Nick's legs, bending the knees and pulling them apart so that Greg could have easy access, and he thought that he had never seen anything so sexy in his entire life, although, he kept thinking that every half a minute tonight, and he didn't think it would be the last time he thought it either.

Greg's eyes once again found Nick's as Greg placed light kisses on Nick's inner thighs while his fingers sought out the tender skin behind Nick's balls. And Nick's eyes were so clouded with lust and love that Greg thinks he might come if he doesn't look away soon, but he can't break that contact, because now he's got one finger inside Nick and Nick is moaning and Greg wants to remember this moment until the day he dies.

Greg started slowly, but Nick was eager and it wasn't long before Greg had three fingers pumping away in Nick's ass. Nick's breath was short, and he was continuously muttering in a throaty whisper. Greg couldn't make out the words so he moved his way back up Nick's body, hoping to hear the smutty talk Nick used only when he was really unself-conscious, when his brain had turned off and he had surrendered to pleasure. But as soon as Greg got close to Nick's mouth, Nick captured his lips in a searing kiss.

It reminded Greg that he wasn't ever totally in control of Nick, he would have to tie him down for that to happen. Although if Nick would let Greg fuck him, Greg was pretty confident that he could persuade Nick into some light bondage, and even if he couldn't, this definitely wouldn't be the last time this happened. And thoughts of Nick and bondage weren't helping Greg's self-control, but neither were the noises Nick was making and the thrust of his hips up into Greg's.

Greg had wanted this to last just a little longer but what Greg really needed right this moment was a condom and some lube. Still kissing and still fingering, Greg reached with his free hand over to the beside table, but finding only a condom. His hand desperately searched the table, but he still came up empty.

"Shit," he said, breaking his lips away from Nick's. "Where the hell did we put the lube yesterday?" Nick tried to answer, but Greg's fingers were still inside of him and all he could muster was a head shake. Greg, desperate to get back to Nick, scrambled off of the bed and began searching desperately on the floor for the missing bottle of lube.

Nick, tongue freed for the moment, chuckled softly. "Where's the fire, G? I'm not going anywhere." Greg popped out from under the bed, clutching the renegade bottle of lube.

"I just need to be inside of you right now," said Greg, getting back onto the bed, and nestling once again between Nick's legs. He quickly put on the condom, throwing the wrapper to the floor behind him, but slowed when he lubed Nick up, making sure he did a thorough job. He wanted to make sure that Nick enjoyed himself, because Greg knew he would be.

Greg moved his cock so it was pressing lightly against Nick's ass, and once again found Nick's eyes. "Are you sure?" Greg felt Nick try to push himself against Greg's cock, and Greg was positive that Nick would gladly do this again, back massage or not.

"Oh, god, Greg, just put it in me," was Nick's throaty reply. Greg pushed in slowly, fighting every urge to ram Nick deeply, god, he wanted to be so deep that he couldn't get back out again...Greg was slowly losing himself to the sweet heat that surrounded him. He can't let that happen, he told himself. He had to pay attention to Nick's needs, this had to be about Nick...but the deeper he went, the harder it became for Greg to keep his eyes open, to even hold himself up, he couldn't remember it ever feeling this good.

When Greg had finally eased himself all the way inside, he found the willpower and strength to open his eyes once more. He saw Nick's eyes closed tight, and that he was murmuring again. Greg wanted desperately to lean down and hear those words, whatever Nick was saying, but if he moved at all, he wouldn't be able to control himself. But then, Nick's hips were moving, just a little bit, pulling Greg a little bit deeper.

Greg couldn't hold back his moans, and of all the noise they'd been making, Greg was positive the neighbors had heard that one. Nick was still murmuring, a little louder now, and Greg could definitely hear him say 'please.'

"Are you ready?" Greg asked, his voice so forced because words were becoming very difficult, and if he stayed still for another minute he was going to pass out. Nick opened his eyes and stared at Greg in the way that only Nick can, and seemed to tell him without words that Nick was enjoying every second of this and that he trusted Greg not to hurt him, but he wasn't ever going to tell him to stop. And then, letting his litany come to a halt, Nick went and said the sexiest thing Greg's ever heard.

"Just fuck me like a man."

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Nick knew it would take something like that to finally snap Greg out of his reverie and get him to really fuck him. Greg's always loved it when Nick's talked during sex, but Nick doesn't do it that often. He doesn't think it's necessary or even that sensible, sex should be about enjoying what's in between the words, although if Nick thinks about it, he shouldn't be thinking anything about sensibility during sex, but this whole thinking thing has lost it's appeal, because Greg was moving inside of him and Nick's never felt so good.

Had he really waited this long to see what this felt like? To be so completely full, stretched beyond imagination, and unabashedly open? God, he was on fire, no, they were on fire, and Nick didn't care if they burned to nothing but ashes because the blaze of Greg's cock, Greg's thighs, Greg's hands felt so good and nothing was going to make Nick stop this.

Greg had set a steady pace, which was too slow for Nick, but that was okay for now because every few thrusts, Greg's abdomen would brush against Nick's cock, and Nick was almost positive he was doing it on purpose.

"Do you like it when I fuck you?" breathed Greg, the words tumbling out in a single exhale of pleasure. Jesus, had Greg been talking the whole time? Nick couldn't remember, he'd been too focused on the feeling of Greg's cock pushing in and out of him, deepening every thrust, the way Greg's hands grasped his hips so tightly, so desperately, and the sounds of their sweaty flesh slapping together.

"Yes," moaned Nick. Greg still wasn't moving fast enough, at least, not for Nick, not when he'd been waiting on the edge of an orgasm for far too long. He wanted to be taken, to be fucked so hard that he'd wake up sore and unable to walk, he wanted this feeling burned inside of him because this was something he never wanted to forget. Nick realized he definitely liked a little pain with his pleasure, a thought he filed away for later, because it was taking all the strength Nick had not to pass out.

"I love fucking you," said Greg, bringing his mouth down to Nick's neck, sucking away at the sensitive spots he knew so well. "You feel so good, so hot. I never want to stop." That rasping voice, so close to his ear, the rhythm of Greg's cock, still too slow, the heat of Greg's body on top of his, and Nick knew it wouldn't last long at all.

"Dominate me, Greg," whispered Nick. And Nick had definitely lost control of his mouth, words spilled out and he couldn't stop them, he didn't want to, which seemed to be the effect Greg had on him today. "Fuck me into the bed, make me yours." Nick felt the shudder move through Greg's body, felt him moan against his neck, but then Nick couldn't feel anything but Greg's cock because Greg had hitched up Nick's knees and was fucking him the way he needed to be fucked.

The room was filled with the deep moans, the pleasure driven words, the sweat and the smells of sex. It was driving Nick insane, he'd never been this turned on, this filled with pleasure, this alive. Every nerve in his body was tingling in anticipation and by the look on Greg's face, Nick knew that they were headed into the final stretch in their race to orgasm. "You were always mine," panted Greg, reaching between their heaving bodies to wrap his hand around the head of Nick's cock.

"Fuck me hard, Greg. Fuck me till you come in my ass." No, Nick definitely didn't say things like that, not normally, but a man can't be held responsible for the things he says when his lover has a fist around his cock and is fucking him in just the right way so that with each thrust the head of his cock brushes against his prostate. At least, that's what Nick told himself. But words were getting hard again, because Greg was moving faster, both in his ass and on his cock, and Nick wasn't holding back anything anymore.

"Come for me, Nick," Greg moaned, and that's more than enough for Nick to surrender. He came, harder, and longer than he can remember, his body tensed with the exquisite release, and he definitely felt his ass tighten around Greg's cock, and judging by the way Greg's eyes rolled into the back of his head, Greg wasn't far behind.

It was only a few more quick thrusts before Greg finally came, and although Nick was already drained from their activities, he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt in feeling Greg come inside of him, the feeling of the full condom inside his now tender ass. He also couldn't deny the emptiness he felt when Greg pulled out, throwing the condom away. Nick smiled at Greg when he collapsed beside him on the bed, sweaty, exhausted and beautiful.

Greg smiled back, leaning in for a slow, deep kiss. He nestled his head into the crook of Nick's neck, which already showed the some of the marks of their escapades. "That was amazing," Greg murmured against his neck. Nick could only sigh contentedly in return, wrapping his arm around Greg, bringing their bodies close again. "We should shower. We're going to wake up all gross."

"Mmm, too tired," replied Nick, who was slowly drifting off into sleep.

"I need to give you back massages more often," whispered Greg, placing light kisses along Nick's jaw line. Nick smiled, Greg always did that in bed, he could never be truly still until he was asleep, and even then he was still pretty active. The soft brush of Greg's lips, combined with exhaustion let Nick gently drift off into sleep and complete relaxation, last words slipping out of his mouth.

"Maybe next time, I'll let you tie me up."



Fin.

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