Title: So You're Having A Breakdown
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
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
Summary: Even when everything's dark, there can still be hope.
***Nick found himself awaking to a heavy felling on his chest and a poking at his side. This time he knew what it was and was happy to find himself in a situation that he could control. He figured that if he couldn't convince Greg emotionally about the benefits of a relationship, he could show him the physical ones. He gently maneuvered himself onto his side so that he was face to face with Greg's sleeping form. Nick pulled down the front of Greg's boxers and then the front of his own. He knew that he shouldn't go any further without Greg's permission, so he nudged the sleeping man.
"Wake up," Nick whispered, as he nibbled Greg's ear and rocked their hips together – gaining the first contact of cock on cock.
"Mmmm," was the reaction this time – far less hostile – it was a sound of approval and appreciation.
Nick moved down Greg's neck to taste the flesh there – salty, but still wonderful. Greg reciprocated by rocking his hips forward for friction, a sign that Nick took as the okay to go ahead and roll Greg onto his back, throw back the covers, and settle himself between the younger man's legs.
"Don't worry about that – I'll take care of it," Nick replied, gently lifting Greg to remove his boxers. He began kissing Greg's inner thighs and then tongued the soft skin where long legs met torso. Greg groaned as he let his fingers reach to Nick's hair to guide the man where he wanted.
Nick hovered for a moment before leaning in to lick the precum from Greg's tip. He smiled inwardly as he savored the taste. Greg's responses were an inarticulate mix of moans, grunts, and attempts to call out Nick's name.
Nick licked the underside of Greg's member before taking Greg into his mouth. He used one free hand to jack what he couldn't take into his mouth and used the other to fondle Greg's balls. Nick then relaxed his throat until his nose was pressed against Greg's pubic hair.
"Fuuuck!" was the first intelligible thing that Greg managed to get out. The grip tightened on Nick's hair, and it was obvious that he was close. Nick's now freed hand moved to his own cock so that he could stroke himself as he sucked Greg off. The combination of recent sexual frustration with Nick's fast and steady ministrations brought them both to the peak quickly. Greg was the first – spurting into Nick's waiting mouth, and was swallowed hungrily. Nick followed – orgasm brought on by his own hand and the taste of Greg's seed on his tongue. After a few moments Nick managed to pull his body up to lay next to Greg.
"I thought you wanted to talk," Greg said after they both caught their breath.
"Thought you would be better to talk to if your weren't distracted."
"What time is it?"
"A few hours before work. You on tonight?"
"Yeah, but I'm on desk duty until I get cleared by the doctor." Then he rolled to lie atop Nick. "By the way, that was the best fucking head of my life."
"That still won't get you out of talking to me."
"Don't avoid the subject. We need to finish the conversation that we started last night."
"I..." Greg rolled off of Nick. "I can't have this conversation naked."
Nick handed Greg his discarded boxers. "You're out of excuses."
"I think I... I've never had feelings for anyone like I had for you. And you're my friend. I don't know what it is you want. In my mind I explained it all last night!" Greg stood up.
"Yeah, and all it was was doubts! You didn't even give us the option of a chance before you already had us breaking up and hating each other. You know – you used to be the guy that told me to forget the rules and live a little. The guy that stashed porn at the lab and listened to loud music and harassed everyone! I barely get to see that guy anymore. I miss your bad jokes and random comments. You were always the optimist in a sea of pessimism – you were like my fucking life boat!"
"And you know the job changes you!" They were both on their feet, standing face to face. "Nick, you should know better than anyone what this job can do to a person!"
"Be fucking happy for a minute! Give us a chance at something – you didn't seem to mind the thought of an 'us' five minutes ago when I was sucking your dick! God, talking to you is like talking to a fucking wa..." He was cut off when Greg's fist made contact with the side of his head. It was unexpected and raw. Greg was already stepping back, a look of shock about what he had done.
"Are you having a goddam psychotic episode?"
Greg didn't say anything. Nick tackled him and threw the other man into the shower and turned the cold water on full blast. "You can stay there until you get your head out of your ass."
Twenty minutes later Greg finally left the shower and made his way, still dripping wet, into the kitchen to find Nick.
"Help me be happy again."
***Next story in series - So I Need You.
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