Title: Helping Hand
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) Darkness Moves, 2) Perfect Deviant, 3) Public Displays, 4) Shared Toys, 5) Hands Tied, 6) Sheer Madness, 7) Manipulation, 8) Enough, 9) The Gospel According To Tony, 10) Whore, 11) Shut Up, 12) Just Don't, 13) Backwards, 14) Alone, 15) One Too Many
Warnings: violence, rape/non-con, other pairings
Note: Thanks to djfold for her help with the medication info - if I messed it up, it's because I'm slow sometimes :)
Summary: It's a bit of a surprise...

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It was over – Nick knew it was over. All his months of trying to get Greg to trust him were eradicated in one single, stupid phone call.

On one level it felt unfair – it was one mistake. Two, if Robbie counted, but it was hard to count Robbie since they were both bad then. One real mistake on Nick's part spelled disaster, but Greg was the one who had wandered on numerous occasions.

It didn't matter in the end, since it was the end of them. Nick knew there was no way to get Greg back.

....

A month after the drunken incident Nick ran into Greg in the locker room. It was the first time they had been alone in any situation – work or otherwise. Greg was sitting on a bench, staring on his hands.

"Sup, G?"

"Go away."

"Can I help? Problem with a case?"

"Fuck off."

"Greg, I know you – something isn't right. Let me help."

"I'm hard."

"Oh..." Nick glanced around the room nervously. "Do you, uh, need help?" he whispered quickly.

"No. It's the meds – I can't stop being hard."

"How long?" Nick asked as he sat next to Greg.

"2 hours."

"And you didn't call in sick?"

"What the fuck would I say, 'sorry I can't come in, I've got a hard-on?' They'd think I was more nuts than they already do."

"No one thinks you're nuts."

"I've gotten real good at covering that up, haven't I?"

Nick paused for a moment before trying to respond. "What are you on?" Nick asked, placing his hand on Greg's shoulder.

"Prozac for the depression and BuSpar for anxiety. Usually, I just get a little sleepy... the other stuff should have faded out by now. But this a little while ago, I got to thinking..." Greg leaned in and whispered, "About the time you fucked me in the back of your truck in the parking lot. And now it won't go away."

"We've got to get you to a doctor."

"No!"

"G, you have to – this isn't normal. Did you... jerk off?"

"It wasn't doing anything."

"Wanna fuck me?" Nick spat out, the words tumbling over each other. He was shocked by his own forwardness.

Greg's head snapped up. "Small bathroom in the north side of the building – 10 minutes." Greg closed his lab coat and shuffled down the hallway and out of Nick's sight.

Nick thought for a minute that he shouldn't jump back into the up and down of being with Greg. But Greg needed him. He hesitated in the locker room and then walked briskly to the rarely used bathroom at the far end of the building. Nick avoided everyone, he wanted be with Greg and he didn't want anyone to see the erection that was starting to tent up his own pants.

Nick tapped on the door.

"That you?" Greg called from inside.

"Lemme in."

The door opened and Greg grabbed him and threw him against the sink. Greg's pants were already down around his ankles and he was pulling Nick's down.

"Greg, we should..."

"Shut the fuck up."

Nick felt fingers jabbing at his hole, Greg was so frustrated that he was trembling and missing his goal. "Greg gimme the lube and like, two minutes."

"Lotion's gotta do," he said, handing Nick the small bottle he had swiped from the lab.

Nick poured some onto Greg's hand. "You get yourself ready and I'll work on me," Nick said as he thrust a finger into himself.

"Faster, Nick," Greg demanded.

"Keep you voice down!" Nick snarled as he inserted another finger and stretched himself.

Greg yanked Nick's hand out and placed both of them onto the sink. Nick leaned and shoved his ass out. Greg parted his cheeks and thrust in. Nick could hear him gritting his teeth trying not to cry out; Nick did the same when Greg's hand started to fist his cock.

It was lasting longer than Nick expected – generally their public trysts were races to see who could cum first, but every time Nick got close, Greg pulled back.

"Greg, come on!"

"Fuck you! This hurts!"

"Let me take you to a... a... a..." Nick shot all over the mirror unexpectedly. He tried to lean up against Greg as he finished. He started to whisper words of encouragement to Greg – it was always a turn on for them both when Nick would come out of his shell and say things that no good Texan boy should ever had thought, let alone said. "Greg, come on, cum in my ass with your big, beautiful, thick cock. You're so fucking hot... love the way your cock feels in my ass." Nick could feel Greg's thrusts become more erratic – it would be soon. Nick clenched his ass. "You so fucking hot," Nick cooed as he watched their reflection in the semen streaked mirror. He had missed it, Greg's face, so focused and intent – wrapped in pleasure. "You're so close, baby. Mark me, shoot in my ass."

Greg grunted and Nick felt the powerful stream shoot into him. Greg collapsed against Nick's back and breathed heavily. Nick took one of Greg's hands from his waist.

"You okay?" Nick asked softly as he rubbed Greg's hand over his cheek.

Greg littered Nick's back with soft kisses. "Give me a minute before I pull out, okay?"

"Course." In Nick's mind it would have been okay if Greg never pulled out.

Greg looped his arms around Nick's chest. "Love you," he whispered into Nick's ear.

Nick took Greg's hand back into his own. "Love you too."

Nick felt Greg finally pull out. Nick pulled a wad of paper towels from the dispenser and wet them. "Let me clean you up." He took Greg's limp penis into his hand and scrubbed it gently. When he was done, Greg refastened his pants.

"You want me to...?"

Nick shook his head. "You're already late – get to work. I'll clean up the mess."

"Thanks, Nick... for everything."

Greg lingered at the door for a moment as if he didn't want to leave the security of the bathroom. His hand was on the knob when Nick finally said something.

"I rented some movies... if you wanted..." Nick hadn't been so nervous about inviting anyone anywhere since he had invited one of the popular girls to the high school prom.

Nick saw Greg bit his lip and nod almost imperceptibly before leaving. Nick finished cleaning as best he could given his limited stock of cleaning materials. Anyone with a blacklight still would have known what had transpired. What they wouldn't know, was that Greg still loved him.

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Next story in series - Come In.