Title: Take Me Home
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Series: 1) Bewilderment
Summary: Food, sex, underwear, and the beginnings of the relationship.
***After the food and another round, Nick found himself trying to stifle a yawn. He looked over at Greg, who was doing the same.
"Don't look at me! You started it!" Greg joked, slapping Nick on the arm. "God, we suck. Three beers and we're down for the count." He called to Joe for the tab and Nick reached into his back pocket for his wallet. "Dude, I got this." Greg said as he placed his hand on Nick's.
"Alright, but I get it next time."
Greg smiled. "Ok, next time."
Greg paid and Nick stretched lazily as he got up, showing Greg the barest hint of belly button as he raised his arms over his head. Greg was trying desperately not to stare.
"Something wrong, G?"
Greg broke his eyes from Nick's waist and looked up. Joe was gone, having collected the tab.
"You should come over, Greg."
"Yeah, we should hang out more."
"No. I mean come over, as in right now."
Greg swallowed and silently followed Nick to the parking lot. When they arrived at Nick's place, Greg expected some sort of tour, to be offered a drink – something. He didn't expect Nick to shove him against the door and force his tongue in his mouth. Greg hadn't even had the slightest inkling that Nick was into guys.
Nick's hands moved to the waist of Greg's jeans, which were deftly unbuttoned and dropped to the floor with his boxers. Greg looked down at Nick, who was now on his knees staring greedily at his conquest before taking the hardened member into his mouth. Greg yelped and latched his fingers into Nick's hair, preparing himself for the best blowjob of his life.
Nick was good – very good at what he was doing. There was a gentle scraping of teeth, but not too much, and just the right amount of tongue and suction. He got Greg off in under ten minutes flat.
After he came, Greg sunk to the floor and thought about what that must have sounded like to anyone who may have been in the hallway. He didn't get to ponder very long, because Nick was sitting against the opposite wall jerking himself. Greg tried to join in but a combination of exhaustion and exertion kept him pinned to the floor, watching as Nick brought himself to climax.
The both lay on the floor, trying to regain their bearings after an impromptu sexual encounter in Nick's foyer. Greg began to wonder when the last time the floor had been swept – and then felt the need to ask Nick that very question.
Nick stared at him strangely. "I blow you and you wonder about the cleanliness of my floor?"
"My apologizes, but it was you who felt the need to suck my brains out through my cock and now I am only capable of simple functions – as in, the cleanliness of your floor."
"It's been a while."
"Then get up."
"I'll refer you back to the brain and cock comment."
Nick laughed and zipped himself back up. He moved to lift Greg up and help him redress. Then he stared at Greg thoughtfully. "That's didn't make much sense for me to do, as you're coming to my bedroom to sleep in my clothes."
Greg let himself be led back to the bedroom without complaint. Nick handed him a pair of clean boxers and sat on the bed.
"Whatcha doing?" Greg asked, holding the boxers.
"Watching you change."
Greg felt the blush rise up to his cheeks. "Oh." He slowly unzipped his pants, surprisingly self-conscious in front of the man who had just blown him. Greg could feel Nick's eyes possessively watching every move he made as he slipped out of shoes, socks and pants. He paused momentarily to notice the bulge growing in Nick's pants as he started to remove his shirt.
"Anyone ever tell you how hot you are. I never really noticed before I guess, but damn, you've filled out."
Greg felt his whole body turn red as Nick commanded him to take off the remaining article of clothing. Greg did as he was told and stood naked before his new lover, feeling his cock twitch again.
"Put on my shorts." Nick said lightly, as if trying to hide his embarrassment at the request. "And come here."
Nick pulled Greg onto the bed so they were lying face to face.
"No fair," Greg mock pouted. "I'm only in underwear and you're fully dressed."
"Alright then, I suppose I don't want to sleep in my jeans." He got up and gave Greg a mini-show of clothing removal until he was similarly attired.
Nick crawled into the bed and waited for Greg to adjust himself under the covers. "Do you need a sleep mask?"
"For when I leave a light on."
"Should be fine, but thanks."
Nick moved further into Greg until they were wrapped in a tangle of limbs.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"I've never been so happy as I was the moment I saw you with that fire extinguisher."
Greg tried to laugh the comment off, even though he could tell that Nick was very serious. "You just wanted those ants off you."
Nick seized his mouth in a kiss and pinned him down with an arm. "No, G. That's not why. I was glad to see your face. And I know I'm fucking this all up right now and not saying the right words, but it was right then that I decided to make my move. It's just taken me until tonight to get there."
Greg didn't know how to reply except to let his hands roam the new territory of Nick's exposed skin, trying to soothe out the knots from his position on the bed. "I was so scared I wasn't ever going to see you again," he whispered to Nick as they feel asleep.
When Nick awoke he was pleased to find himself in a messy tangle of arms and legs. He watched as Greg's eyes fluttered open.
"Morning, sunshine." Nick said softly, moving some stray hair from Greg's face.
"Not technically morning," Greg replied with a sleep laden yawn, moving down to rest his forehead against Nick's chest. "What are we gonna do about work?"
"Well, I was thinking about going in and doing my job."
"You like my ass," Nick said as he rolled on top of Greg to tickle his sides. "At least you did last night!"
"Stop!" Greg yelled playfully. "C'mon, I mean, this is all sudden – honestly I didn't even know you were into dudes!"
Nick's face turned sober. "I'm into you, I guess. Have been for a while now – always figured you were too young, or that it would get in the way of work – especially after you got into the field. I always let something stop me." He stroked Greg's chest, letting his hand rest just above the heart. "Almost dying makes all those things kinda irrelevant, I guess."
"I wish I would have been better to you after the whole thing..." But Nick quieted him by running a thumb over his lower lip.
"Then I would have to go back and say I should have done something when the lab exploded. It's all could've, should've and would've. We can't go back and change it, so lets not worry about it.
"I can deal with that."
They both stole a look at the clock and Greg was the first to speak. "I need to go home and get ready for work."
"Yeah," Nick muttered as he moved himself off Greg to allow him to gather his scattered clothing. "G?"
"I know this may seem weird... but I was, uh... wondering if you..."
"Would wear your boxers to work tonight?" Greg asked mischievously.
"How'd you know?"
"You seemed to have this desperate need to see me in them last night."
"Do you think I'm a freak?"
"As long as you don't ask me to wear your dirty underwear, then I actually find it kinda hot – my own personal connection to you." Greg finished dressing himself and went to the drawer that Nick had gotten the underwear from before and grabbed another pair. "See you tonight."
***Next story in series - Cynics.
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