Title: Consolation
By: sidhewolf
Summary: This is a shameless PWP. There's no lesson to be found here, no moral, no plot. Nothing but sex. I usually don't write much during the school year. It's just too easy to get lesson plans and slash stories mixed up. But this one somehow managed to get written in spite of everything.
Characters: Nick, Greg
Genres: PWP
Rating: NC17
Warnings: none

The feel of Nick's tongue as it laved his left nipple was nearly enough to throw Greg Sanders into orgasm. With his head flung back, his breath panting, Greg tried desperately to smother his moan of pleasure, but was unsuccessful. He felt Nick's lips smile around that same tortured nipple and then teeth raked against the little nub, causing Greg to draw another gasping breath.

"Oh, God. Nick!" he breathed as Nick Stokes applied just the right amount of suction to the swollen tit and then grazed it with his teeth once more.

Loosening the hold his teeth had on Greg's chest, Nick pulled himself off the bare body that lay in front of him like a tray of delicacies ready to be tasted.

The respite gave Greg time to try and regain some control. Nick had not given him a moment's rest since he had entered the front door of Greg's apartment.

This shift at work had been a disaster for Greg Sanders. He had somehow mistakenly believed that passing a proficiency test for Gil Grissom would not be that difficult. But by shift's end, Greg had realized that his chances of leaving the lab and becoming a CSI field agent were getting smaller all the time. And then, when his carefully picked replacement in the lab had stalked out, refusing to return, he had been devastated.

Greg could not stop berating himself. He felt he had only himself to blame for the mistakes he had made during the proficiency test. Greg knew he was not stupid. He should have known not to contaminate the scene. He should have been more careful in investigating. For the past three months, he had followed the CSIs into the field whenever possible. He should have watched closer and learned more.

After his talk with Grissom, he had returned to the lab and arranged it back into ‘his' lab, the lab he remembered. Might as well get things ready for his next shift. Now that his replacement was gone, that one last chance at field work which Grissom had granted him seemed to be stalking out the door along with her.

As he left the lab and made his way to his silver Jetta in the parking lot, Greg had looked neither right nor left. He had walked, head down, toward his car and left the lot to return home in a state of depression worse than any he could ever remember having had before.

He had started the engine and somehow managed to arrive at his apartment by using some in? born mode of auto pilot. As he had entered the darkened living room, with the air conditioning already escalating for the heat of the approaching day, he couldn't stop the tiny sob that had escaped from somewhere deep in his chest.

Greg leaned his body back against the front door, letting his chin drop to rest on his chest. He rested quietly for a moment, trying to calm his thoughts. Then he pulled away from the door and was kicking his shoes to one side when a tentative knock startled him. Slowly he turned and cautiously cracked the door enough to see out.

"Yeah?" he growled at the unwanted visitor.

"Greg? Can I come in?" It was Nick's calm, concerned voices which greeted him and he swung the door opened wide.

With quiet confidence, Nick never spoke word. He stepped into Greg's cool apartment and pushed the door closed behind him, stopping only a moment to make sure it was locked. Then he gathered his lover into his arms and simply held him close as Greg submitted to the embrace, trembling silently.

Nick raised his hand and pulled Greg's head to nestle down against his neck and he turned his own head, managing to kiss away a tear as it squeezed from the corner of one closed eye. Greg's hands knotted in Nick's soft tee, bunching the shirt as he fought back the rest of the tears which were trying to escape also. He did manage to stop them, but not without another soft sob, which he tried to muffle as he burrowed against Nick's neck.

They stood still for a moment, Greg clutching and Nick clasping him in support. Then Nick released him, still without a word, and guided him into the cool, blue bedroom. Halting Greg's movement in the center of the room, Nick placed both hand on his shoulders, stilling his lover. Silently, Nick took his time and drank in the sight as Greg stood with his head back and his eyes closed, patiently awaiting whatever Nick chose to do next.

After a moment, Nick let his hands float up and settle along Greg's jaws, holding his face with a touch as light as a moth's wing. Greg's eyes remained closed as Nick slowly neared. Warm breath whispered over Greg before the soft lips met his own. Their kiss was gentle, reassuring and consoling. Greg again reached out to clutch at his lover, pulling Nick closer. Their bodies brushed against one another and Greg strained to prolong that touch, but Nick gently dropped his hands to Greg's shoulders again and restrained him by pushing away slightly.

Greg couldn't hide a hiccup, really more of a sob.

But Nick had calmed him again, using only his strong hands. Reaching for the buttons on Greg's shirt, he had patiently begun to loosen them, one by one. As each small circle slipped from its closure, Nick had paused to kiss Greg's face, first across his closed eyes, then along his trembling jaw, and finally, with the last button, taking Greg's mouth once more.

The kiss remained gentle, but the first stirring of deeper emotions began to overtake them as Nick's tongue probed Greg's lips and was given leave to enter.

Cautiously, refusing to rush, Nick let his tongue visit all the special places he knew in that warm cavern. He slowly ran his tongue along the front teeth, feeling and exploring each in its turn. Then he pushed deeper, probing the inside of each moist cheek, and finally meeting the other tongue, which begged for his taste.

Breaking away for only a moment, both men gasped for breath and then Nick was back, this time using more force. Their tongues met again, dueling for only a second, and then Greg willingly allowed Nick to take control.

Locked in the passionate kiss, Nick slowly pushed the shirt from Greg's shoulders, not even watching as it fell to the carpet below. Then his hands returned to cup Greg's face, holding him still as he ravaged that warm mouth a moment longer.

When they broke apart again, Greg moaned, but this time it was a moan of passion, not despair. They were both panting, and Nick's hands now found the button at the front of Greg's jeans and made quick work of releasing it. The zipper clicked as his nimble fingers worked it apart.

Greg stood silently, still panting, with his head thrown back and his eyes closed once again. He made no move as Nick knelt, pushing jeans and briefs down his legs to rest on the floor. But he did jerk and gasp as Nick's warm mouth tasted the bead of pre come swelling at the tip of his cock a moment later.

Nick's hands fastened onto Greg's hips, steadying them both. Slowly he took only the head of Greg's cock into his mouth and let his tongue wander completely around it, swirling from top to bottom.

Nick extended his tongue so that the back lay at rest near the slit of Greg's cock. Then he slowly pulled his tongue back, letting it make one long lap across the smooth skin. Taste burst onto his senses and Nick couldn't help himself. Gripping Greg's hips even tighter, he opened the back of his throat and began to slowly swallow the swollen organ in tiny bits, taking it deep into his throat.

Anyone listening would have called it a scream, but Greg was so close to orgasm that he never realized he had made a sound. His fingers dug into Nick's shoulders for support and he tried desperately to thrust into the wet, hot cave of his lover's throat.

But Nick's grip on his hips foiled the effort. Letting the engorged cock slide slowly from between his lips, Nick stood and guided his naked, trembling lover toward the bed. After letting Greg fall back, he pulled his body to the center of the bed, peeling the socks away as he pushed Greg's legs apart.

But then he again returned to kissing. He covered Greg's face and neck in kisses, some gentle, others passionate, leaving marks along neck and shoulders. Working his way down, he had licked and sucked both nipples, finally lighting on the left, running his tongue back ad forth across the sensitive nub, teasing it with both tongue and teeth.

"Oh, God. Nick!"

They were the first words either man had spoken since they entered the apartment. Now Nick sat back on the bed, drinking in the naked body laid before him. Greg's hands clutched at the bedspread and Nick slid down to blow gently along the glistening cock which jutted from Greg's crotch.

The sob was back, Greg now desperate for any friction which might satisfy the building explosion. He managed to open his eyes and watch as Nick slowly raised two fingers to his own mouth and cover them in saliva. Greg began to pant furiously even before Nick removed the fingers, now wet and dripping.

Slowly, Nick moved between Greg's spread legs. He reached down to gently fondle velvet balls with one hand, while he stroked across Greg's opening with the slippery fingers of his other hand.

Without even realizing what he was doing, Greg began to chant, "Yes, yes, yes." Nick leaned forward to take the leaking cock in his mouth again as he pressed both slick fingers deep into Greg's body.

If anyone had been listening, the scream which shattered the silence would have been enough to startle. But Nick simply held still, waiting for Greg to signal his readiness.

After a moment of silence, Nick could feel Greg's internal muscles clinch around his fingers as if trying to draw them deeper inside. He smiled and let his other hand work its way to the head of the rigid cock. Then he let his hand smooth and smear the leaking pre come back down the swollen organ.

Greg was groaning now, clinching and grunting as Nick slicked his way up and down the turgid organ. He thrust his fingers deeper inside the willing body and curled them forward to brush across the tiny nub hidden there.

The stimulation was too much. With one last scream, Greg came. Thick strings of cum splashed across Nick's hand. He stilled to watch as Greg convulsed under the motion of his hands.

For several moments they were still, riding the aftershocks of orgasm, but finally Nick gently pulled his fingers from Greg's body and wiped them carelessly on the spread. Quietly he watch as Greg's pants slowed and turned to deep, shaking sobs.

Reaching toward his lover, Nick pulled Greg up, then shifted to take the trembling body into his arms.

"It's okay, Baby. It's okay," he soothed. "You'll get another chance. Just be patient. You know what to look for now. You'll do better next time."

Greg continued to sob for another moment and then quieted, letting his damp head rest on Nick's shoulder. He finally drew back and let a shaky smile tease his lips.

"If I screw up again next time, will I get another consolation prize?" he asked.

Nick smiled back and leaned forward for another kiss. "Every time, Babe," he mumbled. "Every time."