Title: So I Need You
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) And Across Town, 2) Rough Start, 3) Simply, Words Stall, 4) Out to lunch, 5) It Ain't Pretty, 6) Crash, 7) A Man to Look After, 8) Sleep to Dream, 9) Whatever It Takes, 10) A Man Going Down, 11) Hold Me Tonight, 12) So You're Having A Breakdown
Summary: The final leap of faith.


After the episode at Greg's apartment, they decided that it would be best if Nick went home for a while so they could both have some time to cool off. At work they didn't get to see each other except when Grissom handed out assignments. Nick was sent out on the strip with Warrick, while Greg was stuck in the lab to run experiments and catch up on paperwork until he was deemed well enough to go out into the field. They didn't catch up with each other until they got to the locker room at the end of the night to pack up and leave.

"Hey guys!" Greg called to Nick and Warrick as he walked into the room.

"How can you be so damn perky at the end of your shift?" Warrick asked grumpily.

"Extreme boredom has caused me to seek refuge in the verbal exchange with friends. And even at one point, with Hodges."

Nick chuckled. It was good to see Greg's mood had already greatly improved since the last time they spoke.

"Either of you want to get some food?" Greg asked.

"Can't," Warrick replied. "I gotta catch Tina before her shift, or there will be hell to pay."

"I'm up for it," Nick said, closing his locker.

"Later!" Warrick called as he left the room.

"So, your place or mine?" Greg asked suggestively.

"Let's go to mine, it's cleaner and has food." They both laughed.

"I'll meet you there."


Food was forgotten from the moment they stepped into Nick's place. Fervent kisses were exchanged. Nick was amazed at Greg's turnaround, but he wasn't about to say anything. They would have to take it at whatever pace Greg set, and deal with what would come.

Greg pushed Nick onto the couch and positioned himself over Nick. As Greg leaned down to bite at Nick's neck, Nick could feel Greg's erection pushing against his jeans. Nick fumbled with the hem of Greg's shirt and Greg broke contact so that it could be removed. Nick's hands wandered up and down the slender, but well defined body. He could feel himself grow harder as everyone of his heated wet dreams became reality.

Nick pushed Greg up, and Greg looked down, questioningly.

"C'mon, I don't want this to go any further on the couch," Nick said, grabbing Greg by the hand and leading him to the bedroom. When they got there, Nick lay Greg down on the bed and sat down beside the younger man.

"I know that you have issues. There are a lot of things that you have never tried and there are a lot of things that scare you. I need you to know that I'm not scared and that I'm willing to hold your hand as long as you need me to until you're not scared either. I need you to trust me."

"I do trust you, Nick. I trust you more than..." Greg didn't know how to continue. He had always been a believer that actions spoke louder than words, so he drew his knees to his chest. "I trust you."

Nick looked down in awe at the sight before him. He had never thought that Greg would be ready to give himself up so completely so quickly. He realized then that Greg felt about him the way he felt about Greg, and that knowledge sent fire through his very soul. He never knew that there was something beyond lust, something beyond what he previously thought love was.

He positioned himself between Greg's spread legs and reached into the drawer for lube.

"This is going to feel a little weird have you ever...?"

"Not really," was the breathy reply.

"OK, I'll go slow. You holler if anything doesn't feel right." He leaned in to kiss Greg, as a lubed finger made it's way to Greg's asshole. Greg moaned into his mouth.

Using one hand on Greg's stomach to hold him steady, Nick pushed the finger inward. Greg's eyes began to lose focus. He stroked the channel until he felt it was safe to add another. Greg seemed to enjoy it, but not as much as Nick would have hoped, so he changed the position of his fingers slightly in order to find that magic spot.


Without removing his fingers Nick reached over again and grabbed a condom out of the drawer. He began to rip open the package when he felt Greg's hand stop him.

"We just had our physical's. I'm clean. You?" Greg asked hopefully.

"Me too."

"Then do we have to? I want to feel you."

Nick tossed the condom aside, removed his fingers, and leaned over Greg to align his cock with the small hole.

"It's gonna hurt. Hold onto me."


Nick pushed in, and heard a strangled cry from Greg. Despite the preparation, small teardrops gathered at the corners of the young man's eyes. Nick kissed them away.

"Move." Greg said after a minute.

Nick thrust gently, dipping himself so that his stomach would make contact with Greg's cock. Greg's arms wrapped around his back and his long legs were hooked around Nick's own. Nick whispered sweet nothings to Greg as they rocked together and cried each other's names as they came.


Cleaned up and lying in each other's arms, Greg looked to Nick.

"I'm not scared. I love you."