Title: Your Hand In Mine
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Series: 1) Bewilderment, 2) Take Me Home, 3) Cynics, 4) Blood Spatters, 5) Hello Mr. Sanders, 6) Hitting The Wall, 7) Capable Of Murder, 8) The Good Boy, 9) Crying Shame, 10) As I Lay Me Down, 11) Stoic, 12) You Tell Me, 13) Mother, Mother, 14) A Simple Smile, 15) Good Enough, 16) Smack, 17) Let Me Be The One, 18) There Isn't A Manual, 19) Call Me Magic Mama, 20) The Bus Stops in Suburbia, 21) He Needs You, 22) You're Not Really OK, 23) It's Not Always About Me, 24) Wasted, 25) Chemical Reaction
Summary: Greg and Nick up their relationship.
***Nick took Greg home and laid him in the bed. "Go to sleep G, you've had a rough day."
"I can't sleep. I never sleep."
"Do you want some of the sleep medicine?"
"No. It just makes the dreams more disjointed."
"Isn't that better?"
"I don't know."
"Tell me what you want G. Tell me what you need."
"Make me feel good."
"I don't know."
"Do you want another message?"
"Kay." Greg rolled onto his back and put his head onto his folded arms. Nick began to rub at Greg's shoulders. He heard Greg sigh.
Nick responded by moving lower down Greg's back – messaging the small of his back with tender strokes.
Nick went down to Greg's calves. "Higher." Then he moved his hands to Greg's thighs. "Higher." Nick paused unsure of what to do next. The only place he hadn't messaged was Greg's butt. He tentatively placed his hands on the firm globes. He heard Greg moan. "Talk to me, Nicky. Tell me good things."
Nick rubbed Greg's ass softly. "What kind of things, G?"
"I don't know."
Nick could feel his dick rising in his pants. He couldn't do this – maybe Greg needed someone to rub his butt and not have it be sexual, but Nick wasn't able to handle it. "Greg, I can't do this."
"Yeah you can. Just move your hand down, just a little bit."
Down meant Greg's balls. "Greggo – I love you, but if I do that, I'll get... excited."
"Then get excited."
Nick looked down at his fully dressed boyfriend and had never been more turned on in his life. "Greggo – you're not... we're not even sure you're healed yet."
Greg rolled over and took Nick's hand and placed it on his crotch. Greg was sporting the beginnings of an erection. "We can't do that, but you could... You could just touch me, just a little, right?" His eyes were pleading with Nick – it wasn't fear in his eyes – it was desire.
"Greggo, you yell stop the second you don't feel right. You kick me; you do whatever you need the second you don't feel right. Do you understand? Do you promise me?"
Greg nodded and pushed Nick's hand further into his crotch. Nick watched as Greg moved his hips just a little to increase the friction on his rapidly hardening member. Nick looked down at his own dick – already standing at attention.
"What do you want me to do, G?"
"Suck me? Just... just make sure I can see you."
Nick pulled down the front of Greg's pants slightly, just enough to reveal his dick. "How much do you want off, G?" Nick was unsure about much clothing Greg could handle taking off.
"That's good," Greg moaned as he thrust his hips upward.
"Look at me, Greg. Watch me," he said as he dipped his head and took Greg into his mouth.
"Yes, Nicky, please." Greg was writhing above him. Nick tried not to suck too hard, he didn't want to cause any amount of pain – only pleasure. He looked up and saw Greg staring down at him. Nick reached up his hand to take Greg's.
"I wanna cum, I wanna cum." Greg was moaning and yelling now.
Nick broke away from Greg's dick and snaked up his body to kiss Greg. "Cum for me, it's alright, it'll be okay," he whispered gently as he continued to stroke Greg with his hand. "I love you, you're safe. Show me how good you feel, show me that I made you feel good." Nick watched as Greg stilled for a moment and then shook with the power of orgasm. Nick watched in amazement – amazed that Greg could trust him enough to let him touch him – amazed that Greg still wanted to be with him.
Greg tried not to close his eyes – he didn't want to forget where he was. He was safe, in his apartment – with Nick. Nick who was so trusting, so gentle, so eager to please. He had to focus on Nick – Nick was there to take care of him and make him feel good. When he came down from his high, he reached up to hold Nick.
"Thank you," was the only thing that he could think to say.
He felt Nick lay against him, still hard.
"Didn't you get off too? I mean – is there anything I can do, for you."
"It's okay, G. This was about you."
Greg slipped his hands between Nick's legs and cupped his balls. "Let me, please let me just touch you. I want to try, just guide me."
Nick took Greg's hand into his own and together he brought them underneath his boxers. Greg gasped the second their hands made contact with Nick's erection.
"You okay, G?"
Greg nodded and moved closer. Nick felt fingers slip in to caress his balls. "God, Greg." Before the attack, Greg had never touched Nick – but it had remained Nick's greatest desire – he threw his head back and gritted his teeth. "I love you, G. Please, right there, just keep going. You're doing so good, I love when you touch me." He felt Greg's fingertip probe the slit at the top of his dick and it was over. He looked back down at Greg, who was wide-eyed.
"Are you alright, G?"
"Never better... I barely touched you."
"You touched me the right way." He stroked Greg's hair carefully. "I love you so much. It's so amazing that you were ready for that already – I've dreamt about you touching me."
"I didn't think that I was ready – but I felt your hand on mine and I knew that it would be ok. I knew that you would take care of me."
Nick moved in until they were chest to chest. He heard something crashing in another area of the apartment. Greg jumped.
"Oh, God – what was that."
Nick went red from head to toe. "I forgot, my mom's still here."
Greg's eyes went wide. "Nicky – she heard that. My apartment's not soundproof!"
"G, I know – fuck – well, how do you want to handle it?"
"Do you think if we make a tent out of the bedding that it will become a magic force-field and then we won't have to deal with it?"
Nick smiled at his lover. "No, I don't think it will work... unfortunately." He rubbed Greg's chest and watched as the younger man's eyes grew heavy, despite knowing that Jillian had just heard them. "Sleep baby, just sleep. I'll take care of this."
Greg yawned. "We should do it together – you haven't really gotten any sleep either. There was the whole thing with me, then Warrick, then dinner, then work. After work, Warrick came over – and then you slept, for like, four hours, and then we had the session. You've slept less than me."
"You're healing and I'm taking care of you. So you can lie here and I can go talk to my mom. Then, I'll come back to bed and sleep," he told Greg as he pulled up his pants. Nick looked to Greg for a response, but Greg was already sound asleep.
"Mama?" Nick called down the hallway. He could hear his mother in the kitchen, so he went to find her. "Mama, I'm sorry – we forgot you were here."
"I don't know what to say." Her back was still turned to Nick. "Don't you think that it's too soon?"
"Mama, yes. I do – but Greg – he wanted it. He asked me to – he put my hand... places. I just wanted to do what he asked."
"And you don't think that your inability to keep it in your pants won't hurt him in the long run," she yelled as she threw down the pot that she was washing.
"Mama, shhhh. Greg's sleeping. And what was I supposed to do? Yeah, it was probably too soon – but the only other option I had was to reject him. And then what was rejection gonna do – it was going to make him feel dirty again – like I don't want him – like he's damaged goods. So I made the choice!"
Jillian looked at him; she didn't know what to say to him. "You're right – he doesn't need anyone else to make him feel bad."
Nick was confused. "Who's making him feel bad?"
"His mother. That bitch."
"You know about his mother?"
"I spoke to his mother. Greg said something – I wanted to talk to hear – reason with her. But, she said such horrible things about him." A tear fell down her cheek as she remembered Ana Sanders harsh words.
"He mentioned her in session today. He said that they had problems with him being with men."
"It's beyond that, they threw him away." She picked up the discarded pot and began scrubbing at it furiously.
"What did she say?"
"Nick, it doesn't matter."
"It matters to me. I love him Mama, and I want to know what his mother said."
Jillian threw the pot down again. "She said she had no son and even if she did that he hadn't been raped because if he had been raped, he wouldn't have enjoyed it." Jillian tried to wipe her eyes, but they were covered in dishwater.
Nick was reminded of Greg's words earlier in session – the words that had triggered the breakdown. Greg hadn't enjoyed it – no one would have enjoyed it. Rape was endured, not enjoyed. He went over to his mother and took her in his arms.
"I don't know how you do it, Nicky. I don't know how you're keeping yourself so together."
"I do it for Greg. He's my reason."
***Next story in series - Always Will Be.
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