Title: Workout
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Nick/OC

Nick was lying on his back, in between sets of bench presses, when he glanced over and saw him. Whoa, he thought, what a body and the face isn't so bad either. The man in questions was 6'2" of muscle, with a great tan and dark hair. As Nick finished his workout, he continued to watch the gorgeous man. He even indulged in a little fantasizing as he headed into the locker room.

After his really cold shower, Nick wrapped his towel around his waist and went to his locker. He dropped his towel and bent down to pull on his green, checked boxers, and was startled to hear a rich, Scottish accent say "You got a nice set of buns on you."

He whipped around and there was Mr. Gorgeous, leaning against the bank of lockers staring right at him. Nick raised his eyebrows and said, "Some men might hurt you badly if you said that to them."

"Aye, but some men weren't checking me out the entire time I worked out, now, where they?" He smiled and Nick's mouth went dry. He had one of the sexiest smiles Nick had ever seen. He had deep dimples and his green eyes seemed to be mischievous.

"Sorry. I just didn't recognize you. You're not one of the regulars." Nick realized that he was still standing there in his boxers and grabbed his jeans.

"No, I'm new here."

"Here, meaning the gym, or here meaning Vegas?" Nick asked as he buttoned and zipped his jeans.

"Both. My name is Michael Donnolly. I just moved here from Boston."

"Nick Stokes. Not from Boston originally, are you?" Nick smiled.

"Was it my accent that gave it away?" Michael smiled.

"Yeah." Nick turned and got his t-shirt out of the locker.

"Tis a crying shame to cover that nice body with clothes." Michael said softly.

"Are you flirting with me?" Nick asked as he tucked his shirt into his waistband.

"Well now, that depends on if you'd like me to be flirting with you. If not, then the answer is no, I'm not." Michael said as he opened a locker about ten down from Nick's.

"Do you have plans this afternoon?" He asked Nick, as he pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head.

Nick stared at the beautiful, hairy chest in front of him. "Uh, I...need to go."

"Now, you didn't answer my question." Said Michael.

"What was the question?" Nick could not take his eyes off the gorgeous chest on display in front of him.

"I'm just going to take all the evidence and come to my own conclusion then. I think you and I will get along famously. Let's just forget about all the 'getting to know each other' crap and we can go to my place, or your place, if you prefer."

"You move kinda fast." Nick was suddenly nervous. It had been a long while since he had had sex, and even longer since he had sex with a man.

"Not really. I can move really slow when I need too. But I believe that life is short and if you see something you want, you should just reach out and grab it. Now, I've got to take a quick shower, and when I'm done, I'll come back to my locker. If you are waiting for me, I'll take that as a 'I'd like to fuck.' If not, well, I'll just go home alone."

Michael dropped his shorts and turned and went into the showers. Nick swallowed hard. Damn, he had a fine looking ass. And he was uncircumcised. Nick was torn. He didn't do one night stands, he was just too old for that. Nick didn't pick up strangers either. But damn, he was hot, and interested, and that accent could make his come in his jeans. He reached in his locker and got his wallet and keys. He took a step towards the locker room door and then turned, sighed and sat down to wait.

"What the hell." He mumbled to himself.

Michael came out of the showers a few minutes later with a towel around his waist. "So, I see that we have a date. Give me a minute to dress and we'll decide whose house we're going too."

"Yours." Nick wasn't about to let a stranger know were he lived. If things got uncomfortable, he could just leave.

"Aye, I thought you'd say that." Michael had slipped on a pair of khaki pants and was in the process of pulling a dark green polo shirt over his head. "Do you know where the MGM Grand is?"

"You live at the Grand?" Nick said disbelievingly.

"Well, technically, I don't 'live' anywhere yet. I'm just staying there until I find someplace to rent in your fair city."

"I'm in Room 423. Do you want to just meet me there?" Michael slipped on a pair of deck shoes and Nick realized then that not only had he not put on his own shoes and socks, but Michael didn't wear underwear. He gave himself a mental shake.

"That way, you still have time to talk yourself out of this, in case you get scared." Michael continued.

Nick looked sheepish. "I'll be there."

"Okay, then." Michael turned and left the locker room. Nick opened his locker and pulled out his shoes and socks. He quickly put them on and left the gym. The entire time he drove towards The Grand, he chastised himself for letting someone pick him up at the gym, of all places. He didn't want to think of himself as an easy lay. He wasn't. He'd get to Michael's room and tell him that he didn't do this sort of thing and if he wanted to go have a drink and get to know each other, that would be great. If not, well, so long, Michael.

He pulled up to the hotel and casino about ten minutes later. He parked in the outer lot; he did not want to pay for valet parking. The noise of the casino hit him like a sledgehammer when he entered the building. He walked straight past the entrance to the casino, past the check in desk and headed for the bank of elevators. He stepped on the elevator with three older ladies, and a businessman in a three-piece suit. Nick pushed the button for the fourth floor, the ladies asked him to push six for them and the businessman held up fingers to indicate seven.

When Nick stepped off the elevator his palms were sweaty. He rubbed them on his jeans and stopped outside of Room 423. He knocked and stepped back a few steps. Michael opened the door.

"Well, you made it. I actually had my doubts." Michael gestured for Nick to enter.

Nick entered the hotel room and before he even made it past the bathroom and closet, he felt Michael's arms around him. He was pushed into the wall and Michael's lips were on his.

"I think you're fucking gorgeous, Nick Stokes. When I saw you staring at me, I could not believe my luck. I knew that I had to have you." Michael was whispering in Nick's ear between bites and kisses.

"Michael, maybe we're going too fast." Nick shuddered as Michael grabbed his ass and pushed his hips against Nick's pelvis.

"Nonsense. I want you, you want me." Michael said as his hands roamed over Nick's ass. "After we relieve some sexual tension, I'll tell you everything about myself and you can share your life story, but for now, I need to get you naked."

Nick was rapidly losing control. The hands on his ass and the lips on his neck were driving him crazy. "I just don't..."

Michael moaned and removed his hands. "Jesus, man, are you always this much of a tease?"

Nick took offense to that and pushed Michael back into the opposite wall. He grabbed Michael's shirt and pulled it over his head. His hands were on the button of Michael's pants when Michael joined in. Nick's clothing and shoes were gone and both men fell onto the king size bed.

Both fought for control. Nick felt Michael's fingers on his nipples and he gasped and arched his back.

"Sensitive, are you?" Michael gasped out and brought his mouth down and latched onto one of Nick's very sensitive nipples.

"God, yes." Nick moaned.

Michael's mouth moved down. His tongue delved into Nick's naval and swirled around. Nick's cock was dripping with pre-cum. So far, neither man had touched the other's cocks. Nick sought to change that, he reached down and hauled Michael up again and thrust his tongue into Michael's mouth. Nick's hand reached down and wrapped around Michael's uncut cock. Michael groaned and thrust into Nick's hand.

"It's been too long. I won't last long, if you keep that up." Michael said against Nick's mouth. Teeth bit down on lips and tongues. They were both rough with need. Nick's hand continued to stroke Michael's shaft until finally Michael groaned loudly and came.

"God, I feel like a lad in my teens again. I usually last a bit longer than that." Michael said breathlessly. "Now, my friend, I'll just return the favor."

Michael moved down and took Nick's straining cock into his hot mouth. Nick whimpered, "Yes, God, yes. Suck me."

Michael prided himself on giving good head, and soon Nick was panting and writhing under him. Michael squeezed Nick's balls and lifted his head. His hand stroked Nick's cock faster and faster until Nick screamed and his cum spurted onto his chest and belly.

Nick closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing. Michael stood and went into the tiny bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth. He cleaned Nick and then he cleaned himself. He was kneeling next to Nick and when Nick finally opened his eyes, Michael grinned at him, "When I saw you looking at me at the gym, I wondered what you would look like naked in my bed and I got to tell you, reality was even been than fantasy."

Nick smiled shyly.

"I hope this isn't a one time thing. I'd like to get to know you a wee bit better." Michael said, as he lay back down beside Nick. "Maybe we can have dinner together?"

"Sure." Nick said noncommittally.

Michael pulled the pillow down and tucked it under his head. "So tired." He murmured.

A short time later, Michael's breathing was deep and even. Quietly and carefully, Nick got out of bed and went into the bathroom to put his clothes on. He let himself out of the hotel room a few minutes later.

On the way home, he thought long and hard about his encounter with Michael. He really liked him, but Nick was also embarrassed about having sex with the man within an hour of meeting him. He didn't think it would be a good idea to see Michael again. He could be the type of guy that Nick could fall for, and Nick had been hurt too many times. With his charming accent and gorgeous body, Michael was probably used to men and women throwing themselves at him, and Nick knew he wasn't going to be another notch in his bedpost. Well, he thought, technically he already was.

Nick slept the rest of the day and when his alarm went off, he was up and in the shower in record time. There was nothing like a good workout to make you sleep good. He ate a sandwich and drank a Coke for dinner, and when he had finished cleaning up the kitchen, he got into his truck and drove to work. He sang along with the radio. He needed to get laid more often, he thought, since sex with Michael seemed to energize him.

He was humming the song 'Dirty Little Secret' when Warrick entered the locker room.

"Someone's happy today. Did you finally get laid, Spanky?" Warrick said in a teasing voice. Warrick had teased him ruthlessly about masturbating ever since the Peeping Tom case, when Nick had given his little speech on sperm count becoming less when one masturbates a lot. Spanky had become Warrick's private nickname for Nick.

"Not even you can bring me down." Nick said grinning at his friend.

Nick left the locker room before Warrick and headed for the break room to get some coffee. Catherine and Sara were already there and in a deep conversation.

"God, all he'd have to do is talk to me and it'd make my panties wet." Catherine said.

"Yeah, hot and an accent, I'd do him in a heartbeat." Sara placed her hand over her heart dramatically.

"Girls, I'm right here. I didn't know I had that affect on you." Nick teased.

"Nick, you are hot, and you have a cute accent, but the man we're talking about... well, there's no contest, you're like our brother. He's more like Brad Pitt, Sean Connery and Jon Bon Jovi all rolled into one tight package." Catherine said patting Nick on the shoulder.

"Gee thanks." Nick tried to look pitiful. "So, who is this 'God's gift to womankind'? I need to know who my competition is."

Sara answered, "Some new guy working with Brass. He just transferred here from Boston PD.

Nick went suddenly very still and pale. Gorgeous, an accent, and Boston. What did those things have in common? No, it couldn't be.

"You okay, Nicky?" Catherine asked.

"Oh, yeah. I just remembered that I had to make a phone call. See you at roll call." Nick looked at his watch. Shift would start in about five minutes. He walked into the locker room again and sat down on the bench. He took a few deep breaths and when he had himself under control, he stood and headed for the conference room.

Grissom and the rest of the team were already there. Nick slipped into a chair at the table and Grissom discussed some of last night's cases with them. He had a few assignments, so he passed them out.

"It may be a slow night, so each of you can double up. Sara, you and Warrick have a B&E on the east side. That's all we got so far. Nick, Catherine, you are in the lab working on cold files, until something comes in." Grissom stood and walked out.

"Another boring night at the lab." Catherine said to Nick as they headed for the file room. Three hours later, when Grissom walked in. Nick, you're with me. We have a drive by shooting on the strip."

"What about me?" Catherine asked.

"You're doing a great job." Grissom said with a quirk of his eyebrow.

"Gee thanks." Catherine muttered as the two men left the room.

When Grissom and Nick arrived at the scene, crime tape had already been wrapped around a fifty square yard area. "I'll go talk to Brass a second, you go ahead and get started." Grissom said and walked towards the group of people standing by Brass's car and a police cruiser.

Nick surveyed the scene carefully. He photographed the victim, a young white male. He noted the quality of the clothing and the entry wound at the man's left temple. He was so busy working the scene, he started when a familiar voice said, "You never gave me a chance to ask where you worked. Let's see now, you never gave me a chance to get to know you at all."

Nick turned and came face to face with the man he had been in bed with only fifteen hours before. Michael was dressed in a dark suit and deep red tie. His hair was neatly combed and a badge was hanging from his belt. At his hip was a police issue Glock 17.

"I...I..." Nick stuttered.

"Save it, Nick Stokes. If you wanted a quick, no-strings fuck, all you had to do was say so. I just thought you weren't that kind. That just shows what I know." Michael turned and walked away.

Nick stood there in a daze and watched him walk over to Brass. "Nick, Nick." Grissom's voice filtered through the chaotic thoughts running through Nick's mind.

"You okay?" Grissom looked concerned.

"Yeah, sorry, Boss. Just thinking. Victim is wearing some really nice duds. Did Brass have an ID yet?"

"Name's Edward Hunt. Local attorney." Grissom met Nick's eyes. They were both thinking the same thing, but Nick was the one to say it. "Maybe this wasn't random. Attorneys are the easiest people to love." He said sarcastically.

"Let's finish up here and get Mr. Hunt back to the morgue. I want to see that bullet." Grissom said and both men worked to gather what little evidence there was.

On the drive back to the crime lab, Grissom asked, "I saw the new detective talking to you. He's supposed to be really sharp. Brass even likes him. What was your impression?"

"I don't know. We didn't really talk." Nick said. Grissom had watched the two men and neither had looked very happy.

"Really?" Grissom said rhetorically. He'd let it rest for now.

Nick and Grissom watched the autopsy and once they were handed the bullet, Nick took it to Bobby to run it. While they waited for CODIS to do a comparison, Grissom told Nick to go ahead and take his dinner break.

He didn't pack a lunch, so he clocked out and drove the two blocks to an eatery that served great fried chicken. He figured he'd get a dinner to go and come back and eat in the break room. He pulled into the diner's parking lot. At four o'clock in the morning, there was only two other cars in the lot. Since it was so close to the LVPD and crime lab, mostly cops and crime lab employees hung out here.

Nick waked in and went straight up to the counter. He recognized the older woman behind the counter, "Hey, Ellen. I need a chicken dinner to go."

"Sure, Sunshine. Sit down and I'll have it up in a minute."

"Sunshine?" Nick closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. That voice, that accent was driving him crazy. This time the voice sound sarcastic. He turned and seated at the booth behind him was Michael. He had an empty plate in front of him and was holding a coffee mug.

"Look, Michael, I'm sorry I skated out on you, but you made me nervous. I don't usually...I'm not...Hell. I don't fuck around, okay."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Are you really sorry, or are you just saying it to ease your conscience? I asked around about you," Seeing Nick's ashen face, Michael amended, "I asked questions about everyone at the crime lab. Brass is a wealth of information. You are well known as the stud muffin of the night shift. Girls, girls, girls. No mention of you being gay or bisexual, for that matter. Was what happened a little experiment for you, Mr. Stokes? Well, you won't have to worry about me. I'm a cop, I keep my private life, very private. I won't let anyone in on our little secret. So, don't you worry a wee bit, Nick Stokes, you can keep your apology. " Michael stood up and tossed a few bills on the table. Nick just stood there while Michael walked out of the diner.

Ellen returned at that moment with a to-go box. Nick made small talk with her while she rang up his order. He paid her and took his meal to his truck. He sat there for a long time, with his forehead resting on the steering wheel.

He had really screwed things up. He needed to talk to somebody, he needed advice on how to fix this mess he created. Starting the engine, he drove back to work. He ate his solitary meal in the break room. Catherine came in to grab some coffee just as he was finishing up his dinner.

Catherine looked at what remained of Nick's to-go box. "Fried chicken? I am so freaking hungry."

"Cath? Can I talk to you a second?" Nick asked nervously.

"Sure, Nicky. What's up?" Catherine sat down across from him and folded her arms.

"I think I've messed up something that might have been a good thing. And I need your advice on how to fix it."

"Okay, I'll give it my best shot." Catherine looked back at him expectantly.

"I met someone and had a one night stand. I think I may have misjudged the person and now there pissed at me for leaving while they were asleep and I tried to apologize, but they threw it back in my face. I'd really like to see if there is something there, but hell, I don't know what to do to fix this." Nick's words came out in a rush.

"This should be relatively easy for you, Nick. First off, send flowers. Women will usually forgive anything if you send flowers. Second, you need to get them alone and work your charm. Come on, Nick, turn on that Texas drawl, give her that boyish grin and she'll be eating out of your hands." Catherine stood. "My work here is done. Keep me posted."

"Thanks." Nick stared morosely at her retreating back. "Flowers, yeah right."

After the shift, Nick headed to the gym. One part of his wanted to see Michael there, another part wanted to avoid the man at all costs. Nick dressed out in shorts and an old t-shirt and began his workout. He really couldn't concentrate on his sets, since his eyes were constantly looking at the front door every time someone came in. After thirty minutes, Nick gave it up and hit the showers.

His sleep was restless and so when his alarm woke him, he felt drained. He had 4 hours before his shift began, and he had made up his mind. He showered, put on after-shave and put on his tightest jeans and a black oxford shirt.

Nick was knocking on Room 423 about thirty minutes later. His hands were sweaty. He looked morosely down at the dozen roses in his hand. This was a mistake, he thought to himself as he turned to go. No one had answered the door. Michael wasn't in. What was he going to do now? Then he heard a faint voice from behind the door, "Don't get your kilt in a wad, I'm coming."

The door was yanked open and the two men locked eyes. Nick's eyes traveled down to Michael's bare chest. He was only wearing a pair of jeans and they weren't even snapped. Nick gulped. Michael's eyes moved to the roses in Nick's hand. He raised his eyebrows.

"Are those for me?" He asked innocently. "No one has ever given me flowers before."

"This was probably a stupid idea." Nick let his arm holding the flowers drop to his side.

"You smell good, Nick Stokes." Michael said in that lilting voice that was driving Nick mad.

"You look good." Nick blushed and shoved the flowers at Michael. "Here take these."

Michael reached out and took the offered flowers and motioned for Nick to enter the room. "So, Nick, why have you come to see me?"

Nick sat on the edge of the bed. Was it only yesterday morning that he and Michael had sex on this very same bed?

"I made a mistake. I was scared of my attraction to you and I wanted to leave before I got hurt. I just figured I was an easy pick-up for you. I made some assumptions and didn't give you a chance. I'd like to start over, if you'll let me." Nick had stared down at the carpet the entire time he spoke.

Michael moved over to stand in front of him. All Nick could see of the man was his bare feet. "Hello, my name is Michael Donnolly. I just moved here from Boston and I'm now a detective with the LVPD. What's your name?"

Nick looked up and grinned at Michael. "Glad to meet you, Michael. My name is Nick Stokes and it's quite the coincidence that I work at the Las Vegas Crime Lab."

Michael was still holding the roses, so he lay them on the bathroom counter. "Thank you for the nice flowers, Mr. Stokes. I'll need to get them in some water soon. But first, let me say that you have a very hot body, do you work out?"

"I do. I'll have to take you to my gym. Maybe we can work out together some time."

"That would be excellent." Michael picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. "Room 423. I need a vase, a six pack of your best imported beer, two steak dinners, one rare, one..." He looked questioningly at Nick, and Nick mouthed the word 'rare'. "Make both of them rare. Yes. Thank you. That would be grand." Michael hung up, then grabbed a t-shirt out of one of the drawers and slipped it over his head. Nick was sad to see that wonderful chest covered up.

"They'll be up with the vase and the beer in about fifteen minutes. The meal should take thirty minutes." Michael reached down and grasped Nick's hands and pulled him to his feet. Their eyes met and both leaned in at the same time. The kiss started gently and they explored each other's mouths. After a few moments, when things started to get a bit heated, Michael backed off.

"I'd love to continue this, but I really don't want to be interrupted by room service." Michael smiled and led Nick to the balcony. The night air was cool, but not cold and they sat in the chairs and watched the lights of the strip in silence.

"Michael?" Nick began.

"Yes?"

"I really am glad I met you again."

"Are you now." Michael grinned. "Give me a few days and you'll be wanting to bash my brains in. I've been told I talk too much. Don't even get me started about this accent that you Yanks love so much. Sean Connery ruined it for all us Scots. I snore, or so I've been told. I get cranky when I'm tired. I hate cats and I don't eat my vegetables. All in all, I'd make a horrible boyfriend."

Nick sat back and pretended to think about Michael's faults. "Hum, do you have any good qualities?"

"Well, now, let me see. I can drink most people under the table. I can cook, do laundry and I keep my house tidy. I have a sexy accent..." Nick laughed out loud and Michael looked down his nose at him. "Do you want me to finish?"

"Sure."

"I love old movies and good beer. I have a sexy body and I'm the best lover you'll ever have." Michael's voice had gotten quieter as he spoke until the last words were almost a whisper.

Nick's chocolate brown eyes gazed across at Michael and he whispered back. "I'm looking forward to investigating your claim."

There was a sharp knock at the door and Michael stood. "Don't go anywhere."

Michael opened the door and took the beer and vase. He tipped the waiter and closed the door. Nick heard the water run in the bathroom and Michael brought the roses, now in a crystal vase and sat them on the small table by the bed. He brought the beer out to the balcony and sat them down. He handed Nick one and he took one for himself.

The two men continued to talk and flirt until their meals arrived. Over dinner they talked about their careers and how they both got where they were today.

Nick finally pushed his plate back. "That was great."

Michael leaned back in his chair, "So, what now?"

Nick shrugged his shoulders. Now that there was nothing standing between him and getting Michael in bed, he was suddenly nervous. He swallowed hard and said questioningly, "We can watch t.v.?"

"We could do that." Michael gave Nick a slow smile. "Is that what you really want to do?"

Nick bit his bottom lip. "We could go downstairs and get a drink or something."

"We could do that too?" Michael stood up and walked around the table to stand behind Nick. He reached down and rested his hands on Nick's tense shoulders. "Do you really want to do that?"

"No." Nick whispered.

"What do you really what, Nick?"

"You."

"Well, now we're getting somewhere. I think I want to you be a bit more specific." Michael said has he slowly moved his thumbs over the sides of Nick neck.

"I...I...want to...sleep with you." Nick licked his lips nervously.

Michael's hands continued to rub Nick's shoulders and Nick felt his breath as he said softly, "I'm not sleepy."

"You know what I mean." Nick whined.

"I might. But I want you to make if very clear." Michael moved his hands to the front of Nick's neck and slid into the neck of Nick's shirt.

"Why are you making this hard on me?" Nick let out an exasperated breath.

"We had a misunderstanding yesterday, remember? I just want to be perfectly clear on what you want?" The first two buttons of Nick's shirt were already unbuttoned, and Michael unbuttoned the third one.

"I want to have sex, okay, there, I said it." Nick tried to stand so he could at least face Michael, but Michael's hand pushed him back down in the chair.

"Sex? I want details. I want to know everything you want to do tonight." Michael's hands reached into Nick's shirt deeper and closed over Nick's prominent pec muscles.

"Michael, enough already. Quit wasting time, we haven't got all night. Shift starts in..." Nick looked at his watch, "two and a half hours."

Michael pinched Nick's nipples hard and Nick squealed, "Fuck!" He heard Michael's soft laugh.

"Details." His hands were now softly rubbing back and forth across Nick's tender nipples.

Nick closed his eyes. He knew he deserved this for the way he acted yesterday, so he decided to play along.

"I want to see you naked. I want to run my hands all over your body. I want to lick and taste every bit of you. I want to suck your big dick until I taste your cum. I want to kiss and touch you until you get hard again, and then I want you to fuck my ass. Details, enough?"

"I believe so." Michael unbuttoned the next two buttons of Nick's shirt. "Stand up, Nick. This time, we are going to go slow."

Nick stood up and turned so he was in Michael's arms. They leaned in and their lips met in a gentle kiss. The kiss turned passionate as the men opened their mouths. Tongues twirled around each other until both men were breathless.

"Undress for me." Michael said as he came up for air.

Nick backed a step away and unbuttoned the last three buttons. The shirt was thrown over the chair that Nick had just vacated. Nick's hands reached up and touched his nipples, causing Michael to moan loudly.

"Tease." Michael said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed to watch the show. And what a show it turned out to be. Nick's hands moved down his tight abdomen to the button of his jeans. He unfastened them, but instead of unzipping, his hands cupped his bulging crotch. Michael could see the outline of Nick's hard shaft through the denim. His own cock was aching in his constricting jeans.

After stroking his tight crotch for a moment, Nick's hand returned to the zipper and slowly pulled it down. His hands went to his hips and pushed the jeans down over his hips, just until they rode loosely, gravity barely holding them up. Michael could see the waistband of Nick's burgundy silk boxers. Nick turned his back to Michael and pushed his jeans down until they pooled at his feet. He bent slightly to toe off his shoes and pull of his socks, giving Michael a great view of his incredible ass encased in the soft silk of his boxers. He kicked off his jeans and turned back to Michael. Nick knew that Michael was really turned on, he could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest and his green eyes were almost black. Michael's gaze was on the tented front of Nick's boxers. Nick caressed himself through the soft material, his pre-cum showing wetly through the thin fabric.

"Nick, Darling, if you don't hurry, I'm going to come in my pants and embarrass myself." Michael's voice was tight with tension and desire.

"If that happens, I guess I'll just have to use my mouth to get you ready for more." Nick said seductively. He slowly inched the boxers down, just showing the dark hairs that surrounded his cock.

"You're killing me." Michael gulped for air and the fingers that gripped the edge of the bed showed white knuckles.

Another inch came down and the tip of Nick's cock appeared. Michael groaned and licked his lips. With one final push, the boxers pooled around Nick's ankles and he stepped out of them. He took a few steps forward until his dripping cock was right in front of Michael's face. Michael reached up, but before he could touch it, Nick batted his hand away and said, "With your mouth."

Michael growled deep in his throat and engulfed the head of Nick's cock in one swift motion. Nick mewled as Michael's hot mouth moved down to take more of Nick's cock. He felt Michael's hot tongue swirling around the head and his knees suddenly felt very weak. Michael was moving his head up and down, almost deep throating Nick's shaft.

"Stop, stop." Nick backed away and fought for control. "Jesus."

Michael looked up at him with a smile, "What's wrong? Why did you want me to stop?"

"You know why," Nick panted. "now get those clothes off."

Michael stood and peeled of his t-shirt. He made a show about folding it neatly and opening a drawer, only to gently place it inside. Nick snapped, "Oh, no you don't." He grabbed Michael's arm and flung him down on the bed. Nick was straddling him before he could react, or so Michael told himself. He knew with all the police training he had through the years, he could have Nick subdued and handcuffed in seconds. He just waited to see what the hot Texan was going to do next.

Nick pulled frantically at the zipper of Michael's jeans and once it was down, he discovered that Michael wasn't wearing underwear. "Don't you ever wear underwear?" Nick's voice was strained with his need for some kind of release.

"No." Michael said simply. "One less thing to wash on laundry day."

Nick tugged at the waistband of his jeans and Michael raised his hips to help him. Once they were off, Nick slung them across the room. He gazed down at the perfect body below him and moaned. "You are so fucking hot."

Nick moved his hips so that his cock was aligned with Michael's. Both men stared, transfixed, at the sight. Nick's hips started to rock, causing friction between them.

"I need you inside of me." Nick said, locking his eyes with Michael's.

"All you had to do was ask." Michael smoothly flipped Nick off of him and was on Nick, causing Nick to gasp. Michael grinned, "Police move. I've got more tricks, but we're pressed for time tonight."

Nick laughed and reached up to run his hands over Michael's chest. "I really love your chest."

"And I love yours." Michael said and reached down between them to stroke Nick's cock.

"Oh, yeah." Nick moaned and began moving his hips against Michael. Michael leaned in and kissed Nick's neck, moving slowly up to nibble on his ear. "I'm going to fuck you now." His warm breath and those words sent chills up Nick's spine.

"Please." Nick hands went around and grabbed the cheeks of Michael's ass. Michael sat up, still straddling Nick. "Don't go anywhere." He rolled off of Nick and leapt off the bed. He pulled his suitcase off the shelf of the closet and threw it on the floor. He bent over, giving Nick a great view of his ass, and rummaged around until he found what he was looking for. He strode back to the bed, holding an unopened box of condoms and a plastic bottle of lubricant.

"Were you a Boy Scout?" Nick teased.

"Boy Scout? Why?" Nick laughed a Michael perplexed look.

"A Boy Scout is always prepared." Michael still stared at him with confusion. "I guess they don't have them in Scotland, huh?" Nick asked, still chuckling.

"No." Michael got on the bed and knelt between Nick's legs.

"Never mind. I'll explain later." And all thoughts vanished as Michael pushed a lubricated finger into Nick's puckered entrance.

"God." Nick exhaled and reveled in the feelings of pleasure as Michael moved slowly in and out.

"Does this feel good?" Michael said softly.

"Ummmhummm." Nick moaned and arched his back as Michael found his prostate. Michael added another finger and slowly stretched the tight muscle. Nick writhed and sweat beaded on his forehead.

Michael pushed one of Nick's legs up to give him more access, and Nick responded by moving the other up and out. Michael gazed down at the beautiful body laid out before him, "Gle bhreagha. {so beautiful} I want to give you so much pleasure." He said heatedly, his fingers continuing their assault on Nick's ass.

"Please, Michael. Fuck me, please." Nick's voice was almost a whimper.

"Are you sure you're ready for me, mo mhuirnin {darling}."

"Yes. God, yes."

Michael slowly withdrew his fingers and picked up a foil packet. His hands were shaking so badly that he dropped it. He moaned with frustration and snatched it off the bed. He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it down his cock. Nick watch the proceedings with mild amusement, he was glad that he wasn't the only one who was on edge.

Michael looked up and his eyes locked with Nick's, as he slowly pushed into Nick's waiting body. Both men's eyes widened as the intense feeling hit them. 'Tha thu teth.' {you are so hot}

"What... does that... mean?" Nick asked breathlessly.

"You are so fucking hot, you're making my blood boil." Michael embellished.

Michael slowly began moving in and out, making sure he sank in all the way to the base of his cock, giving Nick his whole length, then slowly withdrawing until just the head was inside the tight muscle. His arms were shaking with the strain and he leaned forward and rained a series of light kisses onto Nick's chest. Nick reached up and ran his fingers through Michael's thick, wavy hair.

"Feels so good, so fucking good." Nick panted. Nick had never had anyone to actually make love to him and Nick finally understood the term 'making love'. Even with the women in his past, he gave them the foreplay that wanted, but once there was actual penetration, the act became fast and furious. Michael was drawing the pleasure out for both of them.

"Ah, Nick, mo mhuirnin {darling}, I want you to touch that beautiful cock of yours." Sweat had beaded up on Michael's brow.

Nick closed his eyes and reached down to stroke his cock, just like he did when he was alone.

"No, open your eyes. I want you to see what we're doing together." Michael said softly.

Nick obeyed and he stared down at his hand lightly stroking his hard length and Michael's cock sliding in and out of his body. Nick began to tremble and his breathing quickened.

Michael began to increase the pace little by little. "I'm so close, adhraim thu." {Scottish term of endearment}.

"Faster, Michael, please. I need...need to come." Nick was panting now, sweat glistened on his chest. His hand on his cock began to stroke faster.

Michael pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in to the hilt, his thrusts were hard and fast now. Both men grunted as each thrust brought them closer to the brink.

"I'm coming...Michael...want...you to...come with....me." Nick's back arched and he ejaculated, coating his chest and belly with hot semen. Nick's eyes saw black for an instant and he thought he would pass out from the intensity of his orgasm.

"Ahhhh, yesssssss." Michael hissed as he felt Nick's muscles tighten his cock in a vise-like grip. He came in a rush, thrusting a few more times until he was drained. He reached down to grasp the edge of the condom and pulled out slowly. Nick moaned.

Michael reached over Nick to grab a tissue from the box on the nightstand and wrapped the condom in it, leaving it on the nightstand for disposal later. The men lay side by side, breathing still raspy.

Nick finally had the strength to lift up on his elbows and turn slightly to look at Michael. "Thank you." He said sincerely.

"For what, mo mhuirnin?" Michael reached up and touch Nick's jaw line.

"For giving me another chance." Nick said so softly that Michael had to almost read his lips. He pulled him down and brushed his lips across Nick's.

"For that, you're welcome." Michael said, kissing him again, this time more deeply. One of Michael's hands went behind Nick's head, pulling him deeper into the kiss. His other hand gently caressed Nick's damp back.

"Yer smuirichs lowe." {your kisses burn} Michael murmured.

"What...does....that....mean?" Nick said between kisses.

"It means we better stop or we'll be late for work." Michael lied.

Nick tried to gauge the man to see if he were telling the truth, somehow he doubted it. Still wondering, Nick sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He looked at his watch, "Damn it, I've only got 45 minutes to get home, shower and get to work. He snatched up his boxers and was headed for his jeans when Michael spoke.

"You could shower here, Nick." Michael was still lying down, with his hands tucked behind his head, ankles crossed.

Nick looked down at the man, who was entirely too sexy for his own good, or Nick's for that matter.

"Thanks. You can go first." Nick sat down to wait.

"No, that won't work at all. I think we need to save time and shower together." Michael sat up and stretched seductively, showing off his very muscular chest and abs.

"Only if you promise not to touch me. I can't be late."

"I promise." Michael said solemnly.

Michael led the way into the bathroom and started the shower. Nick took off his boxers and tossed them back into the room. Michael stepped into the shower, holding back the curtain for Nick to enter. Nick watched as Michael leaned his head back and let the water cascade down his back. He felt his cock stir and tired to think about football, he couldn't afford to be late. Grissom would skin him alive.

Once Michael was thoroughly wet, he switched positions with Nick. He picked up the soap and washed as Nick stood under the hot spray. While Nick's eyes were closed, Michael knelt in front of him and took Nick's cock into his mouth. Nick gasped and almost slipped.

"Michael, you promised."

Michael looked up and let Nick's now semi-flaccid cock drop from his mouth. "Did you know that when you whine, your accent thickens, much like it does during sex. Besides, I promised I wouldn't touch, I did not say anything about using my mouth." With that, he ran his tongue down the length of Nick's thick shaft. It almost immediately sprang to attention.

"Do you want me to stop?" Michael asked, taking another base to slit lick.

"Yes. No." Nick growled.

Michael chuckled and resumed giving Nick a mind-blowing blowjob. Nick held on to the cold tiles to keep his knees from buckling as Michael's mouth brought him closer to orgasm.

"Feels so good." Nick panted as the water sluiced down his shoulders and back.

Michael cupped Nick's balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Ahhhh. Goodsofuckinggood."

With one soap slicked finger, Michael pushed into Nick's ass and Nick's cock pulsed and shot hot cum down his throat. He swallowed it all and continued to apply light suction until Nick begged, "Stopstopstop."

Michael stood up, his own erection pushing into Nick's hard stomach. Nick leaned in and kissed Michael, tasting the saltiness of his cum in the man's mouth. Michael wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke himself.

"What do you think you're doing?" Nick asked, mesmerized by the strong hand on the uncut cock.

"In case you didn't notice, I have a small problem here that needs to be relieved."

"I'll do the relieving, if you don't mind." Nick said huskily as he slid down Michael's slick body until his mouth was even with Michael's long cock. He started at Michael's balls, licking each in turn and then he moved up to the base of Michael's cock and using his teeth, he grazed them up the entire length. This caused Michael to gasp, "Mo mhuiriun, don't stop, please don't stop."

Nick smiled up at the man, "I wasn't planning on stopping until I taste your come, Babe."

Michael looked down and watched as Nick licked, nibbled and kissed his aching shaft. So far, Nick had not put him completely in his mouth and it was driving Michael crazy.

"Don't tease." Michael's legs were trembling with the strain of holding him up.

Nick stuck the tip of his tongue into Michael's slit and got a small taste. He murmured appreciatively and suddenly his mouth took Michael's whole length. "Oh, yes, that's it...take it all..."

Nick reached up and gripped Michael's hips and began moving his head rapidly up and down Michael's cock. Michael lost control and began fucking Nick's beautiful mouth. Nick closed his eyes and let Michael set the pace. It did not take Michael long to climax, he was babbling in Gaelic as Nick drank down his thick cum.

From his knees, Nick looked up at Michael's flushed face. He smiled and stood. They men embraced and let the water splash down on their tired bodies.

Nick suddenly remembered they had been pushed for time before the shower, he brought his wrist up to see his watch.

"Fuckfuckfuck." He whipped the shower curtain aside and grabbed a towel.

Michael turned off the shower and grabbed another towel from the chrome bar. "Time?"

"7:50." Nick snapped, as he tried to pull silk boxers up on wet legs. "If you hadn't started...."

He was interrupted by Michael arms coming from behind. "I'd stop your complaining, or it'll be no more oral sex in the shower for you."

Nick grinned, "Is that a threat?"

"It's a promise." Michael said, as he pulled on a pair of khaki slacks that he had taken from the closet.

Nick laughed out loud, "Yeah, right, I know all about your promises."

Twenty minutes later, Nick ran into the break room, just as Grissom had given out the last assignment.

"Nick, nice of you to join us." Grissom looked at him disapprovingly over his reading glasses. "You get this one." He handed Nick his assignment sheet.

All the others had vacated the break room fast, knowing the Nick was in for it.

"Shit." Nick said as he read the piece of paper in his hand. DB found badly decomposed in a mobile home.

"Nick, you know I really hate it when you're late." Grissom said. "What's your excuse this time, no wait let me guess."

Grissom stepped closer to Nick and looked him over. Nick felt like a bug under a magnifying glass.

"You're late because you and the man you're having sex with forgot the time. Perhaps it was sex in the shower?" Grissom's mouth turned up at the corner.

"What...how....oh, man." Nick blushed and looked down at his feet.

"Evidence, Nick. Your hair is still damp and it's sticking up in the back. You are obsessive with your hair, so that leads me to believe you were in the shower and had to hurriedly dress without any time to comb your hair. Your face has whisker burn, so either it was a man or a hormonally challenged woman. I'm betting on a man." Grissom turned and walked to the door. He turned and paused, "Nick, I hope he treats you right."

Grissom let the door shut behind him. Nick stood there for a few minutes stunned and then he laughed out loud. Grissom knew and didn't care.

THE END