Title: Squealer
Author: Cathy
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Fandom: CSI
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) What Greg Doesn't Know, 2) Learning By Doing
Disclaimer: I own the plot, Tammy and her bit part, the unisex bathroom, the slashy interpretations of the scene from "And Then There Were None," and the details of Greg's apartment. I don't own the regular CSI characters, the lab/office settings of CSI, the dialog or actions in the scene from "And Then There Were None," or the songs ‘Squealer' and ‘Life's a Dance.' CSI is owned by CBS, William Petersen, and others. The version of 'Squealer' I used for inspiration is a cover of AC/DC by the Genitorturers and ‘Life's a Dance' is by John Michael Montgomery (I have an eclectic taste in music). I would bore you, and take too much time from the story, if I bothered to look up who owns the copyrights to these songs. Suffice it to say - I don't, never will, make no profit, and intend no harm; I'm just having fun.
Spoilers: Everything up to and through 'And Then There Were None' is fair game (just in case it wasn't clear from the disclaimer above).
AN: A special Thank You goes out to ChildeOfDarla for once again stepping up to the plate to lend much needed betaing assistance and guidance (not to mention stopping me from going too comma crazy). To say she rocks is an understatement.
Summary: Nick changes his mind and Greg plans to convince him to change it back.

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Slowly, I come out of the dream and open my eyes. I can't remember any details, just that it was nice. I smile when I see Greg next to me.

He lies there, his face calm in sleep, any stress from the past days smoothed away in the peacefulness of dreams. I want to reach out and touch him, trace the mark I left on his neck, but I don't want to wake him. The blinds are drawn against the early afternoon sun, but some still enters the room to bathe him in its soft glow. Although the sheets are pulled most of the way up his naked body, the exposed skin begs to be stroked.

I smile as I remember the taste of that skin, slightly salty from exertion. How smooth it was under my fingers, warm and soft as I ran my hand over his shoulders, down his chest and further, to his stomach and legs. I shake my head and bite my lip to stop the thoughts there. I want to keep my arousal at bay and just enjoy looking at him. I have to be sure that I'm not the one dreaming; that he's really here.

Self doubts start to creep into my thoughts. I wonder what I did to deserve him, but it is more than that. I start to wonder if I made a mistake. Firmly I have to tell myself that I have been over these same thoughts before. There was a time, not so long ago, when I thought I was crazy for having these feelings about him; I never had these thoughts about another man before. I wondered what it was that attracted me to him. I realized it was a mix of his crazy personality, utter self confidence, and smarts that drew me. I looked forward to seeing his goofy smiles.

I can't remember why I went to see him this morning, but when I saw the look on his face I knew I couldn't leave. It was the first time I saw him so dejected. I knew I had to do something. The kiss surprised me, but I liked it. Obviously, so had he. Love could not be denied.

After that last thought I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath. Did I really just say love? That is a scary thought. But, if I'm totally honest, the truth is that I could very easily fall in love with him. He's a good friend, and he makes me laugh. Even if I often have to keep it to myself, I'm impressed by how much he knows and his dedication to what he does. We give him so much to do, and he doesn't complain. But, there's so much more than that. There's the spark in his eyes, the tilt of his head, the way he is willing to show his silly side even when the situation is serious. I think I could learn something new about him every hour, and after a year still not know everything. I have to smile again as I realize that my thoughts are so scrambled I'm thinking in cliches.

But, what if giving into those feelings had been a mistake? Maybe I should have continued to keep them to myself. I can't deny that he must share some of those feelings, but I can't help worrying that I'm the one who's over the top. I dare not say love to him. I'm scared to even say I want to do it again. I know that's dumb, but what if I come on too strong? Will I push him away?

The morning after has never been this hard before. Of course, the last time I'd had a morning after, it was one hell of a morning after. It had been enough to make me think twice about going home with someone again. But, this time I brought _him_ home. And, he's still here. He didn't leave, and the ‘night' isn't over yet. Guess it _already_ isn't like the last time.

Last time, it ended too soon. The night, the experience, her life; I didn't have enough time. This time, I'll make sure I do. If I force myself to take it slow, I can be sure that he feels the same way I do. If I just continue as I am, give in to the feelings, I'll lose control. I know it. I have to know that he feels the same way before I say it. I can't say it first. That will be sure to push him away. My only choice is to take it slow, let it build, keep it in check til the time is right. It'll be hard, but I can do it.

Once more I look over at him lying there; he looks so peaceful. In a little while he'll open his eyes and the day will start, but for now I'm content to watch him sleep. I lean over slightly and kiss him on the forehead. He sighs and snuggles down in the covers a bit more. I smile and close my eyes. There is still a few more hours before I have to even think about facing the day.


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Greg woke slowly, utterly comfortable, not wanting to wake up. He kept his eyes closed against the late afternoon sun. Sighing in contentment, he snuggled down further, pulling the covers up under his chin. As he breathed in, he thought he caught a hint of cologne. *Hmm, must have been a great dream, I'm even smelling Nick.* Suddenly, that morning came back to him in a rush and his eyes popped open. But, instead of his bedroom window, he was staring at Nick's alarm clock.

He heard a sigh as a strong arm came around his waist. Nick pulled him close and kissed him lightly on the shoulder. "Morning," he responded.

"Good morning Greggo." He smiled, the laughed softly.

"What's so funny?" Nick asked.

"You know, you were the first person to call me that. Sara does occasionally, but I like it better when you do. I was just thinking, it's a great nickname. Get it? Nick. Name?"

Groaning, Nick pulled him close. "It's too early for puns," he whispered, kissing his neck. Greg sighed as Nick's mouth closed over his pulse point, lips only lightly grazing, tongue flicking over sensitive skin, rough stubble a counterpoint to the soft lips. After a moment, Nick tugged on his shoulder, getting him to turn over, before continuing.

Greg raised one hand and ran his fingers over Nick's shoulders, outlining muscles and shoulder bone, shifting his head to expose more of his throat. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Nick's lips.

Suddenly, his stomach growled, loudly. Nick pulled back and laughed. "Well, I guess that kills any plans I had for staying in bed."

He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. I was enjoying that, though."

Nick shrugged. "That's ok. We should probably get up anyway. I want to kiss you, but my mouth is fuzzy. Don't want to subject you to that."

Greg moaned as he realized he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. "Hey, Nick. Do you have an extra toothbrush?"

Nick stuck his head back in the room and tossed a slim box at him. "Here, got it last time I went to the dentist."

He caught it neatly as he threw back the covers. Following Nick into the bathroom, he playfully bumped Nick aside with his hip as he vied for space in front of the sink.

Nick grinned at him around his toothbrush and bumped back. He brushed quickly, the anticipation of kissing Nick enticing him to hurry.

As he laid his brush down, Nick stepped behind him and pulled him close. Sighing, he leaned back into Nick's arms, feeling them tighten around him. He moved to turn around, but Nick held him too tight. Instead, he wrapped his arms on top of Nick's, gripping Nick's forearms.

He watched in the mirror as Nick again kissed his neck, surprisingly thrilled with the image. "Mmm, that feels good. I like the show, too."

Nick stopped and looked up, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He smiled and winked. "Guess you never expected to see yourself get kissed."

Greg grinned back at him. "Not on the neck. Have to do it again sometime."

Nick nodded, then loosened his grip and Greg turned. He leaned in to kiss Nick, letting their lips brush lightly. They kissed for a moment, firmly, but gently, relearning the contour of each other's mouths, but not trying to take it any further.

He kissed Nick willingly, enjoying the moment. After a minute, Nick broke the kiss and smiled at him. Greg winked, then kissed the tip of Nick's nose. *It can only get better from here.* The thought was enough to drive Greg crazy.

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By the time Greg got to work, he had run a hundred scenarios in his head on what he wanted to do next. He was so caught up in his fantasies, he only nodded at Tammy as he passed her, not really seeing her. She called out sharply as he continued walking. "Greg!"

He turned back around. "Yeah?"

"Is that mark on your neck what I think it is?"

He smiled sheepishly and walked up to the desk. "Yeah."

Tammy nodded slightly. "And, did you get it from who I hope you did?"

A grin split his face. "Yeah."

Tammy grinned back. "It must have been good if you're so zoned you can't say ‘hello' to me. Then, when you do talk, the only word out of your mouth is ‘yeah'."

"Yeah." There was a beat before he started laughing. "It was fantastic. Everything I could have hoped for - and then some."

Tammy grinned. "So, Nick has the moves, huh?"

Greg just looked at her. "His kiss alone would have been enough to talk about, but he's so good at other things too..."

Tammy wagged her eyebrows. "Wow, you go G! Now, I want a full report."

He looked sheepish, not sure what he'd gotten himself into. He was still trying to decide how much to tell her when the phone rang.

Tammy sighed and moved to answer it. "Damn. Greg, you'll have to fill me in on the details later. Come see me on break or something."

Nodding his assent, he grinned again as he turned toward the lab. He started to walk down the hall, but instead felt like dancing. He was sure this was going to turn out to be a very good day.

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The day was pretty routine. The murderers had been nice to the CSIs and done their work on Eckly's shift. Greg processed evidence from a couple of residential burglaries and a hold up at McDonald's.

He was totally bored and unable to concentrate; he kept thinking about Nick, but not just that morning. Nick made him laugh, Nick made him think. He wanted to know more about this man - more than just how he would react if touched just so.

In an effort to break up the boredom, he visited Tammy at the front desk several times. Over the course of the first few hours of his shift, he filled Tammy in on the night before, telling her most of what happened, but more in general terms than particulars.

When the time came for a more extended, official break, Greg suddenly realized he hadn't seen Nick for quite awhile. He figured Nick was knee deep in paperwork; catching up on backlog. When he didn't see him in the layout room, he asked Tammy.

"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen him recently. But I think he's holed up in an empty office somewhere."

"Thanks, I'll see if I can find him."

Greg decided to start at Grissom's office; it was the closest one. He didn't know if it fit the definition of empty, since Grissom was in this shift, but another person to ask wouldn't hurt him in his search.

He stuck his head in the partially opened door and looked around. He was surprised to see Nick, but not Grissom. He knocked lightly then opened the door completely.

Nick looked up and met his eyes. He smiled, showing his dimples and Greg couldn't help but smile back. *He looks so sexy.* "Hey, Nick. Things are really slow and I'm jonesing for some good coffee. Wanna head out for a cup?"

Nick glanced at the paperwork spread around him, then back at Greg. "Absolutely. This stuff can wait. Meet you in the lobby after I grab my jacket?"

He nodded and headed to the lab for his coat.

The walk to the coffee bar was a short one. The night was cold and crisp, the moon full overhead. They walked in companionable silence, the only sound that of their feet on the pavement.

When they arrived, there was only one other patron, sitting at a back table. Greg and Nick ordered coffee, then chose a table towards the front. They sat in quiet for a moment before Nick spoke. "You know, this was a great idea; it's nice. It gives us a chance to spend some time alone together."

Greg smiled at him across the table. "Yeah, it does. Makes me look forward to shift end when we can really be alone. At least with the slow night you won't have to pull a double shift."

"True, it's been pretty routine. Guess you're as bored as me."

"Probably more so. The only thing keeping me going is thinking about what I'm going to do to you later. So, my place or yours after work?"

Nick looked away, not meeting his eyes. "Actually, I can't. I've got some things to do."

He was a bit taken back. "They can't wait?"

"Well, I need to go to the store. If I'd gone yesterday, I would have been able to offer you more than a granola bar for breakfast."

Greg gaped at him, eyes wide. "So, now it's my fault?"

Nick shook his head slightly, meeting his eyes again. "No, I didn't say that. If it's your fault it's only cause you're so damn sexy that I can't think straight when I'm around you. I forget that it's important to do things like grocery shopping and oil changes." He grinned.

Greg felt a little better, but he still wasn't convinced. "You can't take me along? I've been so bored, I'm willing to settle for a good conversation."

Nick winked. "I don't think that Jiffy Lube wants their patrons to have sex in the waiting area. Which is what would happen if you came with me."

He laughed, glad that he hadn't somehow upset Nick. "Self restraint, Nick. I'm sure that we could handle a little time just talking. Don't they say that anticipation makes it that much better?"

Nick shook his head with a smile. "Really, I want to, but I've got to do some things. Can I have a raincheck?

Greg sighed. Nick looked so apologetic that he had no choice but to agree. "Ok, I'll let you off the hook this time. But, next time you have to come up with a better excuse." Nick nodded and took a sip of his coffee.

Greg had one more question, but he wasn't sure if this was a good time to bring it up. He hesitated for a moment, the decided to ask anyway. "So, how about tomorrow? We can begin that education you asked for."

Nick was quiet for a moment before he spoke. "You know, I'm nervous about it. I don't think I'm ready yet. I'm still getting used to it all."

Greg stiffened slightly, trying not to take this as a rejection. *What'd I do wrong? This whole conversation's going the opposite of how it should.* He tried hard to not let his feelings show on his face, but Nick must have sensed anyway, because he added, "Greg, I'm not giving up on it all together, I just don't think I'm ready. But, ask me later; I might have changed my mind."

Greg looked at Nick, the feeling of dread much stronger now. "Do you have a problem with us? Are you regretting what we did?"

Nick looked startled. "No, that's not it at all. I'm glad we got together." He paused and took a deep breath. "I'm just wondering if it was too soon."

Now it was Greg's turn to look startled. "I'm not sure I follow. We were friends, we just took it to the next level."

Nick nodded, then looked down at his coffee cup. "I can't really explain what I mean. Yesterday we were friends, and now, now everything's changed. I guess I'm scared that it will keep changing and tomorrow we'll be enemies."

"Or I'll be dead."

Nick look up at him sharply. "I'm sorry?"

"Like Kristy. Don't tell me the thought didn't cross your mind."

Nick looked back at him steadily. "For a brief moment, perhaps. But, that was a isolated incident. Besides, if you die, who's left to run my DNA to clear me this time?" Nick smiled carefully.

Greg smiled back and shook his head. "Sometimes it's scary how the species can mask so much pain with a little humor. But, I promise that there's no one out to get me and if I have any say in it, I'm going to be around for a lot longer."

Nick looked at him for a moment, seeming to consider his next words. Greg wanted to ask him to spit it out, but he knew he would have to wait til Nick was ready to talk. "I'm glad to hear that. I promise that I'm not calling us quits. Really, I just changed my mind."

Greg shrugged and said under his breath, "Yeah."

Nick reached across the table and took his hand. Greg looked down at their hands, seeing rather than feeling the fingers that wrapped around his and the thumb that rubbed back and forth slowly, attempting to sooth. Nick whispered "I heard that, and you're right. Greg, please, look at me."

He raised his head and met Nick's eyes, trying to keep his expression neutral. Nick looked sad as he continued, "Please don't give up on me. I don't deserve you, but please don't give up on me."

He swallowed around the lump in this throat and nodded slightly. "Ok," he whispered back. *God, I could fall in love with this man!*

They stayed like that while they finished their coffee. Nick didn't let go of his hand, and he didn't try to pull away. Reluctantly, they let go when they stood up to leave. The walk back was quiet, each lost in thought.

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Greg walked back to the lab wondering if he was overreacting. Maybe he was reading too much into this; maybe it wasn't as bad as he felt. He wanted to talk to someone, but he couldn't figure out how to broach the subject without saying who had upset him. Well, if he was really honest with himself, he wasn't sure he was ready to tell anyone that he was in a same sex relationship. He knew how he felt, but he didn't know how anyone else would react.

Greg thought about talking to Tammy, but he was afraid to face her; her chipper attitude was not what he needed right now. Finally, he sighed and picked up the phone. It rang once before she answered. "Hey, Tammy. Do you have a minute?"

"The phone's been ringing off the hook, but I've got a sec. What's up?"

Greg hadn't thought of the possibility that she might not have the chance to talk to him - it had been a big enough hurdle to call her. He decided to ask the most important question first. "You haven't told anyone, have you?"

He could hear the seriousness in her voice when she answered, "No, why would I tell anyone?"

"I didn't really think you had. But I'm realizing I don't know Nick as well as I thought I did, and well, I just don't want him getting upset at me for telling everyone." He waited, hoping he hadn't offended her.

"Greg, you know I wouldn't spread something like that around. I'm actually honored that you told me. It's not a little thing, unless everyone knows that you have feelings for other men."

Greg shook his head, then realized she couldn't see him. "No, I've never said anything to indicate it. I think I'll tell everyone eventually, but I'm not sure when the right time will be."

"Well, you can put your mind at rest. I won't say anything, I promise. Now, I've gotta go, but if you still need me, come on up."

Greg hung up the phone slowly, wondering if he should walk to the lobby. Before he had a chance to decide, Sara walked into the lab.

"Hey, Greg. Do you have the evidence from my burglaries?"

Absentmindedly he handed her a printout. "Uh huh."

Sara took the paper and glanced at it before looking back at him. "Everything all right?"

He looked at her and sighed. "Yeah."

Sara lowered the printout and looked at him, concern evident on her face. "Are you sure? I don't think I've ever seen you look so down."

Greg shook his head. "No, I guess I'm not sure. I just had a confusing conversation with the new person I'm seeing."

She nodded in sympathy. "I understand how that can go. But things are slow, why don't you talk to Tammy? You're friends, right? Unless it was with her."

Greg shook his head. "No, she's just a friend. Actually, I just called her, but the phone is going crazy. I was thinking about walking up to talk to her, but I don't want to pull her away from her job for my problems."

Sara thought for a second. "Well, then how about Nick? You get along well, and I know if I had a problem, I would ask him."

Greg just shook his head.

Sara looked puzzled. "I know I saw him around. I'm sure he's got a minute."

Greg didn't know what to say. He had to give her some reason, but he wasn't ready to tell her the truth. He shook his head quickly. "No, I really think I need a woman's perspective." He paused, then plunged on, "I could ask you."

Sara was startled. "Wow. I wouldn't have thought you'd share your problems with me."

Greg tilted his head slightly as he looked at her before responding. "It's not like I hate you, Sara. You're gruff sometimes, but that doesn't mean I don't respect your opinion."

Sara smiled slowly. "Thank you. I'm not sure if I can help, but when you put it that way, I can't _not_ try. Although, you'll have to give me background."

Greg took a deep breath, then spoke slowly, his tone serious. "Ok, in a nutshell, here's the situation. I've had this crush for weeks, but I was surprised the feelings were returned." He paused, and when Sara nodded, continued. "Well, yesterday we hooked up, and everything was great. I was riding high; thinking nothing could go wrong. Then we talked and things went bad." Greg stopped, not sure how to phrase the next part. He looked down at his hands, studying them as if they held the answers.

Sara's voice was low, comforting, when she replied. "Greg, what's bad? She broke up with you?"

Greg shook his head, then lifted it to look her in the eye. "I got the ‘we moved too fast' speech. But we started as friends - I feel the sex was just an extension of that. I'm afraid it was more than the timing that was wrong." Greg stopped, watching her face to see what she would say.

Sara drummed her fingers on the table as she thought, he eyes shining with concentration. "I might be wrong, but here's a shot. Since you two were friends before, it may be as simple as she needs time to get used to how quickly things changed....But, you look skeptical. Is there more to the story?"

Greg nodded. "I understand what you mean. I'd say that was it, but they asked for a certain act, then changed their mind. It feels like a rejection."

"Well, I guess that changes the equation." She paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "Actually no, it makes sense. If she's feeling overwhelmed in general, she'll be especially overwhelmed when it comes to the sex."

Greg thought about what she'd said. "Do you think they don't trust me?"

Sara shook her head quickly. "From what little you've told me, I'm not getting the impression she broke off the relationship." When Greg shook his head she continued. "If she didn't trust you, she would have. So I think time is what she needs. My thought is to stick around - she'll see you mean to see it through and change her mind."

She studied him for a moment more, her expression thoughtful. "You know, I'm not the best one with relationships. I know you wanted a female perspective, but for relationship questions I would still ask Nick. I could tell him I've got a problem I need his help with."

Without thinking, Greg replied. "No, don't. Maybe Warrick, but not Nick."

"What do you have against Nick? He's the one I'm more comfortable talking with. Besides, I'm asking, not you."

Greg responded quickly. "Please, I have my reasons. Just don't tell Nick I'm having relationship problems."

Sara shook her head, a puzzled expression on her face. "I didn't say I was going to tell him it was you... There's more to this story, isn't there? No, don't tell me, let me guess. You and Nick have become sworn enemies."

Greg tried not to laugh at that thought. He shook his head, a smile on his face. "No. Seriously, don't worry about it, it's not that important." He shrugged, trying to make light of his over reaction.

Sara's eyes lit up, and she grinned. "Nope, it's a mystery now, and you _know_ how I love a mystery. Let me see. You and Nick aren't enemies, so you must be secret gay lovers." She winked, trying to tease him.

Greg's response was quick and vehement. "Just drop it, Sara! I don't mean to be rude, but it's none of your business."

She looked at him, her eyes wide, clearly shocked by his answer. "Greg, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."

"Ok," he replied, his tone still stiff and reserved.

Sara took a deep breath and continued, apology evident in her voice. "Seriously, Greg, I'm sorry. I wouldn't want anyone prying into my life either. Whatever your reasons, their _your_ reasons. I'll keep this conversation to myself."

Greg looked at her and nodded. "Thanks. I didn't mean to go off like that. I guess maybe the whole thing got to me more than I'd thought."

Sara smiled carefully, still not sure if he had calmed down. "You know, maybe you could do something about it."

Greg's interest was peaked, but he was still puzzled. "What do you mean?"

She looked straight at him and answered. "What you need is a plan for changing her mind."

Greg laughed. "Yeah, me with a plan. I'm the one who walked around hiding my feelings until I got broadsided by a kiss."

Sara's smile grew into a grin as she realized he wasn't mad anymore. She winked at him. "Yeah, but now you know how she feels. You just need a little confidence to push her some more."

Greg scoffed at her playfully. "Me, confidence? Surely you jest. I have confidence." He grinned at her stern look; she couldn't hide the smile completely. "Yeah, so maybe I'm a little worried, but that doesn't mean I don't have the stuff to sweep a woman off her feet." *Maybe I could sweep a woman off her feet. But sweeping Nick is a whole other story.*

Sara laughed. "Yeah, but you still need a plan. You can't go into this all backwards."

Greg shook his head, the smile still on his face. "Ok, smarty. What's my great plan?"

Sara's face lit up, and she leaned toward him. "You've got to convince her that time spent away from you is time wasted. Play a game with her - a game of keep away where you're the ball."

Greg looked at her, still not sure where she was going with this. "Ok, but how do I do that?"

Sara was practically bouncing from excitement. "That's what you have to decide. What can you do that will send the message you are willing and able, but not ready? Something to make her feel like she's missing out."

Greg grinned, the suggestion suddenly sparking a blaze of ideas. "Well, we can't get together after shift today. How about I call and leave a voice mail describing what we could have been doing?"

Sara grinned back, nodding. "Make sure it's descriptive; make her really _regret_ being busy. What's next?"

"NC-17 love notes slipped to them when they aren't looking?"

Sara nodded, impressed with how quick he was catching on. "That's good. But make sure you act normal, maybe even indifferent around her. You'll be right there, but she has to keep her hands off." She made a sweeping motion with her hands and winked.

Greg's grin grew a bit wider. "And I've suddenly got plans after shift tomorrow."

She smiled wickedly, her eyes twinkling. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. You're on a roll. So, what then?"

Greg thought for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration. Then, an idea occurred to him and he caught her eye, once again grinning. "Light touches. Some overt sexual gestures when no one's looking. Maybe a grab and kiss?"

She grinned back. "Ok, you're better at this than I thought you'd be." He stuck his tongue out at her and she laughed. "It was meant as a compliment, Greg. I like that idea; it has definite possibilities, but you've got to be in complete control."

"No kidding, really?" He grinned, ducking the punch she aimed at his shoulder, then laughed as she almost fell off her stool. Visibly he composed himself, clearing his throat before announcing, "Only then do I agree to go home with him."

She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to keep the smile off her face as she tried to decide if he was through laughing at her. She saw the corners of his mouth twitch, but he managed to refrain from laughing out loud. "You can't just give in then. Insist you go to your place."

Greg gave up trying not to smile and let the grin break out again. "I should conspire with you more often. I like this."

Sara smiled back, shaking her head. "You're not done yet. What happens at your place?" He looked at her, the smile slipping a notch, not sure what she meant. She saw the shift in his face, but before he could say anything she added, "I don't mean details. I just mean that you can't stop there. You've got to keep playing the game."

Greg realized what she meant, and winked. "I get it - complete control. How about I continue to hold back until I get a yes? You know, no satisfaction without the right answer."

Sara grinned. "You tease! But it'll work; how could she say no?"

Greg made a gun shape with his hand and pretended to blow over the barrel. "There _is_ no way. Cause I'm all that and a bag of chips."

This time, he didn't see her move until he felt himself tipping backwards. He grabbed at the table and managed to stop himself from falling, but Sara was laughing too hard to help him up. He tried hard to be stern as he replied. "Oh, no. You did _not_ just do that." He lunged for her, trying to reach through her defenses to tickle her, but he started laughing too, the strength draining from his attack.

Sara held up a hand. "Ok, truce." She giggled and managed to take a breath. "I know that was wrong, but you are so full of yourself..." Once again, she dissolved in laughter. Greg wanted to say something witty in response, but he was laughing too hard himself.

After a moment, they managed to compose themselves. Greg straightened in his seat and looked at her. "Ok, I needed that. Thank you for the laugh."

Sara grinned, still giggling occasionally. "No problem. I didn't realize how funny you can be. Or maybe it was just the timing."

Greg shook his head at her as she once again giggled. "Timing. That's cute. Seriously though. Thanks."

Sara squared her shoulders and winked at him. "You're welcome. Now, I'd better leave before I start laughing again. While I take this report to Warrick, you start those notes. Make 'em steamy." She smiled at him and picked up the printout again.

He grinned and nodded as she waved over her shoulder and headed out, then shook his head and laughed again. That had been the most fun he'd had at work in a long time, but now he had other things to think about.

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Nick struggled up the stairs, his hands full of plastic grocery bags. The handles dug into his fingers, cutting off circulation and making it difficult to turn the key in the lock. Pushing open the door with one foot, he hurried inside and dropped the bags in the kitchen.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the light blinking on his answering machine and wondered idly if Greg had called. *Right. After I screwed up earlier?* A few minutes later, the groceries were away and Nick retrieved the message. He grinned as Greg's voice filled the room.

"Ah, an answering machine - the booby prize of telecommunications." Greg paused and Nick laughed, shaking his head. That was Greg, all right.

"I suddenly had this vivid image I wanted to experience. But, since you're out, I'm forced to describe it, rather than act it." Greg sighed, intriguing Nick before continuing. "There's a knock on your door. When you open it, _I'm_ there. I push you inside, and drop to my knees as the door closes. Before you can say anything, I undo your buckle and pop the button on your pants, quickly pulling them down to your ankles."

Greg paused again, as if he knew Nick would need time to absorb his words. Then, his voice dropped lower before continuing. "I can picture it now - you close your eyes, your head falling back slightly. I can feel your hands on my shoulders, your hard cock jumping under my touch. I blow over you gently, hearing you moan. Taking your cock in my mouth, I feel you slide between my lips to the back of my throat. One of your hands twines through my hair, pulling my head closer."

Nick gasped, his pulse quickening as Greg's voice surrounded him, filling his mind with the image. Eager to hear the next part, he quickly sat down on the futon. "I take you deep in my throat, hearing you gasp. Your moans are louder now, urging me on; I pull back and thrust down again. You move your hips, meeting every stroke."

Greg's voice dropped once more, almost to a whisper. "Nick, are you listening? Can you feel my mouth? Warm, wet, closed around you. Close your eyes and remember." He could remember, the images and feelings fresh in his mind. His pants were tight, his arousal acute. Following Greg's instructions, he leaned back and closed his eyes, his hand straying to his waist.

"You moan again and I hear you say ‘please.' I know what you want, and I relax my jaw, letting you move freely. You speed up, fucking my mouth, loving the feel of my lips and tongue around you."

Nick moaned softly. His eyes were still closed, but his pants were open. He moved his hand on himself, thrusting to the rhythm of Greg's voice. "I reach my hands up and grab your ass, firmly holding onto you as your thrusting becomes erratic. I know you're close, I can taste the salt from a drop of fluid. You're gasping and moaning, your hands buried in my hair. I hold still, knowing you are on the edge. I wait, incredibly hot for you, your moans having made me hard. I love the way your cock fills my mouth, the taste of you on my tongue, your smooth hardness rubbing against my lips.

"Come for me, Nick. Now! I hear you moan one last time as you thrust all the way into my mouth, your whole body taut. I hear you scream as you come, feel the contractions along your length and taste the warmth just before I swallow."

Nick barely heard the last words as he went over the edge, the blood pounding in his ears, Greg's voice blurring into his cries. He gasped, slowly recovering as the message ended. "Wouldn't that have been great to act out? See you tomorrow, Nick."

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That afternoon, with the message still fresh in his mind, Nick eagerly left for work. As he headed for the locker room, he saw Greg up ahead, but when he called out, Greg kept moving. Nick debated going after him, but decided to drop his bag off first.

He pushed open the door to the locker room and hurried inside. As he pulled open his locker, a folded piece of paper fell to the floor. Puzzled, Nick bent to pick it up, then quickly opened it, wondering where it came from. When he saw the handwriting, he knew it was from Greg.

**Today, I spent most of my time watching him. I studied his face, his features, his mannerisms, and his hands. I spent a lot of time looking at his hands. I studied how strong, how masculine they are. My eye trailed from short cut nails, over defined knuckles, to wrists and forearms. You can tell he works out; the muscles define his arms, a vein stands out against the skin. As I watched his hands move - they picked up a glass, a pen, a set of keys, a badge - I thought of those hands moving over me.

I want to feel the exquisite sensation of those powerful fingers wrapped around me or brushing a nipple. I want to take one hand and bring it to my lips. I'll slowly lick every finger, then pull it into my mouth, suck hard, and swirl my tongue around the tip. I want to hear my lover's breath quicken, and see his arousal as he imagines more.

I look at my own hands, the fingers strong and masculine as well, and wonder if he thinks the same thoughts about them as I do about his.**

Nick let out his breath in a whoosh, not even realizing he'd been holding it. He moved to take off after Greg when Warrick walked in. Hastily Nick folded the note again and stuffed it in his pocket, trying to act casual. He concentrated on pulling his badge over his head, but he couldn't help noticing his hands. He'd never thought about it before, but Greg had a point.

"Hey, Nick. Got something on your hands this afternoon?" Warrick sounded like he was trying to hold back laughter.

Nick looked up at him. "Nah, just wondering where this cut came from." He knew he'd done it that morning slicing an apple, but it was a good excuse.

"Doesn't look serious. Can't be that bad if you didn't notice it before."

Nick laughed. "Yeah. I think I know, just trying to remember."

They looked at each other, shaking their heads. Warrick slammed his locker and they headed for the door.

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Nick tried hard not to react when he saw Greg later. His hands itched to touch him, but there was someone right outside.

"Hey, Greg. Do you have the fiber analysis?"

Greg nodded and handed him a printout. As he read it over, Greg peered over his shoulder to comment. "Not much to see. It's just a normal synthetic. Could have come from anything." As Greg spoke, he felt something slip into his lab coat pocket. Greg stepped back again before adding, "Until you bring me something else, that's all I've got."

Nick looked up from the printout right at him. "That may be all you're able to tell me about the fiber. But you are _so_ busted." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the note, waiting for Greg's reaction.

But, Greg's face was blank. "I don't know what that is."

Nick smiled and started to open it, carefully watching Greg's face. "I loved the one this morning, by the way. Is this one as good?"

"I really have no idea what you are talking about." For a moment, Nick saw Greg's control slip, but then his face went blank again.

Nick was puzzled, but decided to play along. "Ok, if that's the way you want to play it. I'm curious what this note says, but I'm going to read it later." He winked at Greg, then folded the note and slipped it back in his pocket. "I'm gonna find Warrick and see if he's got any leads. See ya later, Greg." He smiled and walked out the door.

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Nick walked quickly down the hall, thinking of a good place to read the note. He saw the one person, unisex bathroom and ducked inside. Quickly, he flipped the lock and pulled out the note, hastily unfolding it. Once more, Greg's carefree writing jumped out at him.

**Kiss. What an odd word. It rhymes with hiss, and to say it, you even need to make a hissing sound. But, kissing is very different than hissing; one is harsh, the other soft. Well, lips are soft, but kissing doesn't have to be. Take the way I was kissed recently. Firm, demanding; not soft, but not harsh either.

My lover took my mouth for his own, driving me crazy with desire. Then he moved his lips to my neck, a different kiss that drove me even crazier. His lips moved all over my naked body, outlining chest, nipples, stomach, legs, and more. That was some kissing! I shiver now just thinking about it.**

Although this one was shorter, the images were more vivid. He smiled as he thought of the mark on Greg's neck and the feel of Greg's skin against his lips. His mind drifted further, remembering the feel of Greg's lips on his lips, his chest, his cock. He breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart, and stifle his growing desire. Abruptly, he folded the note, stuffed it in his pants pocket, and crossed to the sink.

He ran the water as cold as he could, and splashed some on his face. The shock of the cold calmed him. Greg was driving him crazy, but right now, he had to get back to work.

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Later, Warrick wanted some Chinese food. He found Nick with Grissom in one of the evidence labs, laying items out on the table. "Hey. I'm getting some Chinese. You guys want any?"

Grissom thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No, thanks though."

"No problem. Hey, Nick, someone dropped this off for you up front."

Nick was puzzled as he reached out and took the envelope from Warrick. It was sealed, his name typed neatly, with a large ‘Personal and Confidential' stamp in bold red. He wasn't sure how Greg had managed to pull it off, but there was no doubt it was from Greg.

Warrick raised his eyebrows, but Nick just shrugged and stuffed it in his pocket. "Hey, Warrick. You got the menu?"

Warrick nodded and handed him the orange sheet. He made a show of looking it over, then handed it back. "I think I'll have an order of sweet and sour chicken. Thanks, man." He paused for a moment, pretending to think. "I gotta run to my locker and grab some money, though." It was an excuse, but he desperately wanted to read the note.

Warrick nodded and started talking to Grissom as Nick hurried from the lab.

He walked down the hall, just barely keeping from a run, heading for the locker room. Maybe he'd stay calmer if he knew someone could walk in at any time.

Before the locker room door had even closed behind him, he'd pulled out the note and opened it. **What about the word ‘cock'? That's a strange one too. It can mean a male chicken, but more often refers to a wonderful part of the male anatomy. ‘Wonderful?' you ask. ‘Why wonderful?' Because, possessing one, I speak from experience. But, lest you think me totally self centered, I'm quite fond of my lover's as well.

I love the way he pants when I flick my tongue just the right way. I love the way he moans when he slips himself in me. I love how he leans over my back, caresses my shoulders, breathes in my ear, then reaches around and grasps my cock. Ahh.

And, there's that word again. Such a wonderful word, a wonderful part, and a wonderful feeling being filled with it from behind while having yours stroked from the front. Cock, a simple word, a wonderful word.**

Nick sat down hard on the bench, staring at the page. Images swirled through his mind, spurned on by the words in front of him. He closed his eyes, remembering every feeling the note described. Once again he felt the heat, felt the hard cock in his hand, felt himself enclosed by the body under him. He let himself revel in the memory, the taste of the sweat on his lip, the smell of sex surrounding them, the sound of Greg's voice telling him to go harder. Under his hand was the roughness of denim, but he willed his mind to remember the soft, smooth feel of Greg's skin instead. Forgetting where he was, his hand drifted towards his belt.

Suddenly, his fingers encountered cold metal and he was jarred from his fantasy before undoing his buckle. He took a deep breath, willing the blood to return to his brain as he stuffed the third note in his pocket with the first two. Leaning forward, he rested his forearms on his knees, and hung his head.

The door opened behind him, but he didn't look up, just concentrated on his breathing. Footsteps approached, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tan trouser leg.

"Nick, are you ok?"

Nick was surprised; he hadn't expected Grissom to come looking for him. He quickly thought of a reason to explain his posture. "Yeah, just felt a headache coming on all of a sudden."

"Are you sure? Need anything for it?"

"I'll be alright, thanks. As soon as I feel a little more steady, I'm going to get some painkiller."

"Ok," Grissom responded, then left.

*Well, that did the trick. I feel like I've been busted by my parents.* Nick shook his head and stood up, heading out of the locker room.

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Finally, about 20 minutes before he was supposed to get off, Nick found Greg alone in the lab.

"Hey, Greggo. Your house or mine?"

"Today?"

"Yeah, what day were you thinking of?"

Greg shrugged. "I've got plans today."

"What!?!"

"An old friend asked if I wanted to see a movie. I was free, so I said yes."

Nick's face fell. "Oh, I thought you wanted to spend time with me."

Greg nodded slowly. "I do want to spend time with you. But I can't wait around for you to ask me out."

Nick stared at him, not sure what to say. "Ok, how bout tomorrow?"

A second passed before Greg replied. "Well, I was going do something with Tammy, but I can try to reschedule."

Nick looked at him incredulously before he stammered, "Can you? I'd really like to..." He let his sentence trail off as he thought of something. Quickly, before he lost his nerve, he stepped closer to Greg and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "I'd like to lick every inch of your skin, til you're begging me to take your cock in my mouth."

Greg's eyes grew wide then he cleared his throat and said, "I'll talk to her."

"Ok, do that. I'll ask again tomorrow." He glanced at Greg one more time, then turned and left the lab.

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Nick shook his head as he stood at his locker collecting his things. He thought he was alone until he heard someone clear their throat.

Startled, he turned around; Grissom was standing there, holding a slip of paper. "I think this fell out of your locker."

Nick willed his hand not to tremble as he took the note. It was open; two typed lines leaped up at him. **Have you changed your mind yet? I want to show you how great it feels to have a cock buried up your ass.**

He closed his eyes and reached one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. *I can't react to this now. Have to focus on something else - anything else.*

His eyes popped open again when Grissom said, "Nick, I'll ask you again. Are you all right?"

Nodding, he forced a laugh. "Yeah, I'm fine."

A moment passed before Grissom took a deep breath and replied, "Sexual harassment is a serious matter, Nick."

Nick stared at him, shocked. "Sexual harassment?"

Grissom cleared his throat. "The way you've been distracted all shift, I figured something was wrong. I saw Sara slip you a note, then five minutes later you're bent over, looking sick. You go to the lab for a minute then come back looking sucker punched. I tried to convince myself you were coming down with something, but then I saw your reaction to the second note. Obviously, this is more than a head cold or a case of the flu."

Nick was silent, not knowing what to say. He hadn't realized he'd been that obvious. After he still didn't respond, Grissom continued. "I read the note, Nick. It wasn't lab results."

Nick shook his head slowly, finally thinking of a response. "Let me try confronting him. Maybe I wasn't clear. I don't want to involve management over a misunderstanding."

Grissom studied him, then nodded. "You know where to find me if you need me." When Nick nodded, Gil turned and left.

Nick breathed a sigh of relief. *I'm going to kill Greg. Either that of fuck him til he can't see straight. I'm not going through that again!*

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Nick slept fitfully, finally falling asleep two hours before he had to get up. He groaned when the alarm went off and ended up knocking the clock to the floor.

Although his mood hadn't improved by the time he got to CSI, he was determined not to let Greg distract him. His first test came within a few hours, when he and Warrick ventured to the lab.

Greg was expounding on something under the microscope, and Nick forced himself to follow the discussion, despite the wink Greg gave him behind Warrick's back.

After a moment, Greg moved aside and Warrick peered into the scope. Nick watched Warrick, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Greg watching _him_. Lifting his head, he caught Greg's eye, one brow raised in a question. Greg smiled, looking him over, from head to toe and back. Dimly, he heard Warrick comment, but he could only concentrate on Greg's stare.

He stood still, the only motion in his eyes, their path lingering on Nick's lips, then dropping to his belt for a beat before slowly traveling back up his chest to his eyes. Greg held his gaze for a moment more, forcing him to watch the slow trail of his tongue over his own lips, then the soft kissing motion and long wink.

Nick was trying desperately to control his breathing. His chest felt tight and he knew if he didn't move soon, his chest wasn't going to be the only thing getting tight, but he couldn't tear his eyes from Greg's. He saw Greg grin widely before Warrick stood up completely and blocked his view.

Nick swallowed hard and stepped back to give Warrick room. As he took his place in front of the scope, bending down slightly, with one knee on a stool, he tried desperately to remember what it was he was supposed to see. He had no idea what he was looking at, but then it didn't matter when he felt Greg behind him.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to him and he straightened his knee on the stool, stretching out his leg, and felt his foot connect with Greg's knee. He heard a soft grunt behind him and sensed Greg move away. Looking back over his shoulder, he winked and saw Greg nod once in response. Whatever the game, he'd just scored a point.

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Nick managed to avoid Greg, and therefore get some work done, for the next several hours. At least until he was waiting with Sara for an assignment and Greg walked in, then slid into the chair directly across from him.

Greg acted casual, leaning on the table, chin propped on one hand, the other dangling off the edge. Nick tried to ignore him, but every time he glanced over, Greg was staring at him.

Sara didn't notice Nick's distraction as she got up to toss her soda can. Just before she reached the recycle bin, she changed her mind and crossed to the sink to rinse the can.

Greg saw Sara's back was turned, and took the opportunity to mess with Nick's head, raising his free hand to his own chest, caressing; fingers moving slowly over one nipple.

Although less than a minute passed, Nick once again found himself unable to concentrate as he tried not to stare, shifting his gaze away then back again. He was sure that Sara was going to turn around at any second, but she took her time, rinsing the can throughly. Greg continued to torment Nick, parting his lips slightly, breathing through his mouth. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back a fraction, and used two fingers to gently roll his nipple.

Nick tried hard to ignore him, focused his eyes on Sara's back, and tried to follow the conversation as she spoke over her shoulder above the sound of the running water. But in his peripheral vision, he saw Greg open his eyes and resume his staring. Nick glanced over, just as Greg curled his fingers, gently biting the tip of his pinkie. Nick felt his control slip further and he stared, eyes wide, trying desperately not to get aroused.

Suddenly, he saw Sara turn and start to walk back to the table. He tore his eyes away from Greg and smiled at her, hoping she couldn't see the flush in his cheeks. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Greg drop both hands to his sides and lean back, a huge grin on his face. "Sorry, I didn't hear that last part."

"Guess the can hitting the side of the recycle bin was loud. Sorry about that."

"Yeah, but I'm a little out of it anyway. I didn't sleep well." *Oops, shouldn't have said that.* He turned back to look at Greg, who grinned at him and winked. Hastily, he looked away again.

Before he had a chance to say anything else, Grissom appeared in the doorway. "Nick, you're with Warrick and me. Shootout and robbery at the Tower Club Casino. Sara, you and Catherine are headed out to Calnavari. State Trooper called in a murder and robbery at a convenience store."

Sara looked at Grissom, her tone serious. "Calnavari? Isn't that in North Dakota or something?" Grissom shot her a disapproving look, and she grinned. "Kidding, Grissom. At least there's a dead body." She laughed when he shook his head and handed her an assignment sheet.

Nick glanced back before he headed out the door, but Greg just nodded toward the hallway. Nick nodded back then followed Grissom.

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Nick spent the next several hours out of the building, collecting evidence in the casino heist, including an odd substance on the ground outside. He thought it was transmission fluid, but he needed analysis to be sure.

When he found Greg, he was alone, processing samples.

"Hey, Greg. I've got something I need run. I think it's transmission fluid, but it's a bit off."

Greg looked up from the test tube he was filling, then took the vial Nick held. "A bit off, huh? Like you've been for the past couple of shifts?"

"You didn't have anything to do with that?"

Greg smiled. "You told Sara it was lack of sleep. Are you saying that I'm somehow responsible for your lack of sleep?"

Nick shook his head, grinning ruefully. "You're exasperating, you know that?"

Greg stepped closer and raised a hand to of his face. "Yeah, but you eat it up." He gasped, and Greg smiled. The hand moved into his hair, the fingers running through the soft strands to the back of his neck. Greg kneaded the muscles gently, leaning forward and bringing his lips to Nick's ear. Nick was powerless to move as he felt the tip of Greg's tongue tracing his ear and Greg's warm breath on him.

"You would be lying if you said you didn't like what I've been doing. Just like you'd by lying if you told me you didn't want me to drop to my knees in front of you, right now." Nick closed his eyes and moaned. A small part of his brain told him that he should move, but Greg started whispering again. "I thought so. That's what you want, isn't it? You want me to wrap my mouth around your cock. Maybe you wanna be buried inside of me again?"

Nick tried to lift his arm, but Greg pushed it down. He stood there, feeling himself growing hard. "Yes."

Suddenly, Greg stepped back and dropped his hand. He smiled then swallowed quickly and spoke, his voice back to normal. "I've got a couple of other things ahead of you, but I'll page you when I get the report on your probable transmission fluid."

Nick straightened, clearing his throat. "Ok," he managed to say, then turned to go.

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Nick was headed for the layout room when he saw Greg at the end of the hallway. He shook his head and turned around, but Greg caught up with him just as he started to walk away, reaching out and grabbing his arm. He tried to shake Greg loose, but Greg had a good grip.

He glanced up and down the hallway quickly, then pulled Nick sideways into the bathroom.

"Greg, what the hell?"

Greg shook his head sharply and pushed him aside as he locked the door.

Now, he was really annoyed. "Seriously, Greg. What the fuck are you doing?"

Greg didn't answer, just spun him around and pushed him, hard, against the wall. Before he could say anything else, Greg grabbed his hands and pulled them up, as he leaned into him, pinning him to the wall. Greg pressed his lips to Nick's hard, kissing him roughly, demanding entrance to his mouth.

Nick was stunned. He couldn't believe this was his Greg who'd pulled him into the bathroom and slammed him against the wall. He tried to move, but Greg had him pretty well immobilized. When he felt Greg's tongue pushing into his mouth, he gave up squirming.

He opened his mouth willingly, frantically moving his tongue over Greg's. They kissed fiercely; Nick wondered if lips could be bruised. He pushed back as Greg thrust his hips, grinding his own hardness against Nick's.

Nick moaned, the sound swallowed up in Greg's mouth. Suddenly, Greg stopped his frantic kissing, and Nick felt teeth in this bottom lip. Not hard enough to do any damage, but hard enough to be felt. Then, once more, Greg's tongue plunged into his mouth. This went on for a moment, Nick not sure if he was going to have his lips forced open or bit. His head spun; he wasn't sure if he could hold himself up if Greg let go. He breathed hard through his nose, knowing he wouldn't be able to break the kiss even if he wanted to.

Abruptly, Greg let go and stepped back. Nick slumped, then caught himself on the wall. He looked up at Greg, but Greg just grinned down at him, straightened his lab coat, and ran a hand through his hair.

He wiped the corner of his mouth with a knuckle and turned towards the door. Nick wanted to move, but he was still in shock.

Greg opened the door and stepped out quietly, the door closing behind him. As the latch clicked, Nick found the strength to move again. He crossed to the sink and leaned against it, letting the cool from the porcelain seep into his arms. Taking several deep breaths, he turned on the cold water and splashed some on his face. Much more of this and he'd go AWOL - taking Greg with him. He shook his head at the thought of how he'd explain _that_ to Grissom.

Thinking of Grissom got him moving better than the cold water. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair, then straightened his shirt, preparing to face the world outside. Taking one more deep breath, he let it out before opening the door and stepping into the hallway.

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Greg hesitated as he picked up the phone. The tests were almost done, but not quite and he didn't want Nick charging in before he was ready. He'd tried so hard to keep his cool, but ever since he'd pulled Nick into the bathroom, he jumped at every small sound, his nerves on edge. He could tell his plan was working; Nick's admission of restless sleep, his almost instant erection, and his glazed eyes. Greg had left the bathroom hoping no one saw him; his nonchalance was all an act, and it was getting harder to keep up. Sighing, he punched in the number for Nick's pager, going through the motions to let him know to come to the lab.

As he hung up the phone, Greg thought through his next actions carefully. He picked up a surfing magazine, and casually sat back in his chair, wanting it to appear that he was bored and just killing time.

He heard the door open behind him, but didn't turn around as Nick came up and looked over his shoulder. He missed the half smile that Nick had as he read the cover; all Greg caught was the criticism in Nick's voice. "You're a surfer now?"

*Yikes! Didn't expect that tone.* He didn't look up, rather just nodded his head in Nick's direction. "Dude, I rip."

"We're three hundred miles from the nearest beach." Nick scoffed.

Still feigning disinterest, Greg looked up, but not at Nick. "Surfing is just a state of mind." He looked back at the magazine, pretending to find his place before flipping the page.

Nick cleared his throat and straightened. He was clearly annoyed as he said, "I got your page. Where's my report?"

Still not looking up, Greg motioned over his shoulder with his thumb. "Oh, relax, bro. The GC mass spec's working on it." He finally looked up at Nick, meeting his irritated expression. He hastily looked away again, back over his other shoulder at the spectrometer. "Should be done, um..." The spec beeped. *Saved by the bell.* "Now," he finished.

Greg turned his eyes to the mass spec, leaned over and pulled a printout from the machine. He glanced at it quickly. "Transmission fluid" he said, as if it should be obvious. He refused once again to meet Nick's eyes as he started to pass the printout over his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Nick making a give it here motion, waving his fingers toward him, before he snatched the sheet from Greg's hand.

"Yeah, thanks." Nick said, flippantly.

*Well, what did he expect? He said he thought it was transmission fluid. And, it _is_. Duh!*

Nick looked over the printout, then raised his eyebrows slightly as he read, "Type-F with Dexron."

Greg looked at Nick out of the corner of his eye, wanting to see what was up, but not wanting Nick to think he had stopped looking at the magazine. "So?" he asked, as if he should care.

"So.." Nick lowered the printout and leaned over to take the magazine from Greg's hands. "You should be reading Car and Driver instead of Sand and Surf."

Greg blinked slowly, preparing to act indignant that Nick had taken the magazine. He spun his chair slightly and finally looked up, fully meeting Nick's eyes. He tried to stay focused, but as Nick continued, he found himself getting caught up in watching him speak.

"Someone put the wrong type of fluid in the car's transmission. See, Ford automobiles use a thick, red, type-F transmission fluid. General Motors uses a thinner, yellow fluid with Dexron." Greg nodded, finding himself caught up in the explanation.

Nick went on, obviously pleased that Greg was finally paying attention. "Now, when Dexron is put into a Ford, it thins that type-F fluid. Friction builds, gears grind. Second gear is usually the first to go. Friction causes the engine to overheat, in turn cooking the transmission fluid, turning it brown. Leak on the pavement's the first clue you've got a problem."

Trying one last time to appear to be disinterested, Greg quipped, "Congratulations - you're looking for a Ford with a leak."

Nick gestured with the magazine, amending Greg's statement. "Not just a Ford. The getaway vehicle has a stubborn second gear."

Greg nodded, surmising "Which means it can't get very far."

"My guess is, it's probably already been dumped." Nick looked off in the distance, thinking.

Greg paused a moment then said, "Anyone ever tell you that you're damn sexy when you lecture?"

Nick looked down at him and smiled. "No, but it's nice to finally be the one who gets to."

Greg smiled back. "Sorry, I guess I tend to go on sometimes."

Nick nodded, then said, I hope you're available whenever this case is over. I can't spend another night without you."

Greg smirked, and stretched his arms out in front of him, locking his fingers, palms outward. "A touch here and there, one kiss in the bathroom isn't enough, huh?"

Nick shook his head, smiling. "You know it's not. But, right now, I've got to go check on this car." He moved to leave, then turned back. "Before I go..." Putting his hand on Greg's shoulder, he quickly leaned down and kissed him. The kiss was brief, but firm. As he stood up again, Nick squeezed his shoulder. "See you later, lover." He smiled and, dropping his hand, walked out the door.

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When the case was finally solved, Nick met up with Greg in the lab. "Ready to go?"

"Am I ever. Let's get out of here."

"You want to follow me to my place again?"

"No."

Nick looked at him, startled. "Excuse me?"

Greg looked right back. "You're going to follow me to my place."

"Ok." Nick grinned.

He followed Greg for the 20 minutes it took to reach Greg's high rise apartment building, then grabbed a small duffel bag before following Greg inside.

Greg glanced at the bag, but didn't say anything, just pushed the button for the 27th floor. The ride was uneventful and Nick followed Greg to the apartment at the end of the hall.

He unlocked the door and held it open, then followed Nick in, closing the door behind him. Nick only had a moment to see a dark blue couch, wood coffee table, and road signs decoration before Greg grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the bedroom. He didn't protest, just followed.

Greg pulled him into the bedroom, and shut the door, taking the duffel bag and tossing it aside. Once again, he had only a glimpse of more road signs before Greg grabbed and kissed him. Greg started out soft, just gently caressing his lips, but then quickly deepened it, pressing harder and pushing his tongue between Nick's teeth.

He closed his eyes and let Greg take the lead. Leaning into the kiss, he enjoyed the way Greg's lips played over his and Greg's tongue caressed his. Greg's hands were all over him, running up his chest and around over his back. His tongue thrust, demanding deeper access. Nick gave it willingly, kissing back just as hard. He tightened his arms around Greg, who grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling their hips together before pushing him back against the closed door.

Greg ran his hands up Nick's side and exerted pressure, forcing him to raise his arms. Greg quickly grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the door. He moaned as Greg leaned against him, grinding their hips together.

Nick squirmed, but Greg just banged his arms against the door, pulling back long enough to growl, "Don't move."

He stopped squirming and kissed back as once again, his mouth was assaulted. Greg plundered his mouth for another moment, before breaking from his lips and attacking his jaw and neck. He moaned as Greg roughly raked his throat, nipping at the tender skin. Leaning his head back, he gave Greg better access, and Greg took the opportunity to latch onto his pulse point, sucking hard. He groaned loudly and Greg pulled back, grinning wickedly.

Nick thrust his hips against Greg, trying to grind against him. Suddenly, Greg dropped his arms and stepped back. "What did I say about not moving?"

He looked at Greg, incredulous, but Greg just peered at him, raking him from head to toe. Licking his lips, Greg slowly ran a finger down the center of his chest. "So, you _can_ stand still. But you're overdressed.

He moved slightly, his hands twitching at his waist. Greg nodded and he pulled his shirt out of his jeans. When Greg nodded again, he quickly slid the shirt over his head, then shucked off the rest of his clothes as Greg too undressed. When they were both naked, Greg reached and pulled him close again, once more grabbing his ass with both hands while rubbing their hard cocks together. Greg kissed him again, thrusting his tongue in rhythm with his hips.

Nick groaned against Greg's mouth and Greg pulled back, quickly kneeling, then sucking in his cock. Greg caressed him teasingly, taking him in completely, then pulling back. Moaning, he grabbed Greg's shoulders.

Greg sped up, moving up and down fast a few times before swirling his tongue over Nick's sensitive tip. Nick gasped as Greg sucked hard on the head of his cock, sliding it slowly in and out, while continuing the caressing tongue motion.

Nick cried out, "Jesus, that feels good." Grasping Greg's shoulders, he started to thrust, but he was only able to do so a couple of times before Greg dropped his cock and leaned back.

"Don't move. I'll do it the way I want to."

Nick looked down and shook his head once. "No, I've had enough of this. Get off the floor and on the bed."

Greg snorted. "Excuse me? I'll get up when I feel like it." He leaned forward, his lips briefly touching Nick again, but Nick stepped out of reach.

Then, before Greg had a chance to respond, Nick growled, "Shut the fuck up and get on the bed. I'm going to suck your cock - now."

Greg gasped, an incredulous look on his face. "And if I refuse?"

Nick stared, eyes narrowed slightly, a hand on his hip. "Didn't you hear me?"

Greg stood quickly and stared him right in the eye. "Yes." Suddenly, before he could respond, Greg grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, pushing him backwards. He stumbled and fell on the bed. Greg immediately moved closer, grinning wickedly. Nick shifted, lying on his back, his feet flat on the floor. Greg climbed up and straddled him, his hard cock pressing into Nick's stomach as he bent over, reaching for Nick's wrists. Nick jerked his arms away, but Greg leaned farther, pressing his lips to Nick's again, claiming his mouth.

Nick felt himself grow weak as once more he was caught up in the bruising kiss. He didn't realize that Greg had grabbed his arms until Greg pushed his wrists into the bed, breaking off the kiss.

Greg shifted til he was kneeling, still firmly holding Nick's wrists above his head, his back arched slightly to position his cock at Nick's chin. "Now you'll suck my cock. Because _I_ want you too." Shifting his hips a bit more, Greg touched the tip of his cock to Nick's lips.

Nick eagerly took Greg in his mouth, sucking him to the back of his throat; breathing through his nose. He pulled back to the tip, flicking his tongue and felt Greg stiffen above him, moaning.

"Nick, that feels fantastic."

Nick raised his head, plunging Greg's cock into his throat. Swallowing a couple of times, he let Greg feel the contractions. Greg gasped. "Nick... Nick, can I fuck your mouth?" Greg looked down at him, waiting for his response.

A shiver went down Nick's spine at the whispered words. He was overwhelmed; his senses filled with Greg. Greg's body rose over him, a faint sheen of sweat outlining the muscles in the soft light. Heat washed over him, the sharp scent of arousal filling his nose, the salty tang of cock on his tongue. Greg's weight was heavy on his arms; he couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to. Meeting Greg's eyes, he nodded slowly. Greg moaned in response and started thrusting.

Nick carefully took every thrust, his mouth relaxed so he was ready for anything. Greg must have sensed he could take it, cause once again Greg sped up, driving deep and hard into his mouth. Nick heard Greg's breathing grow ragged and fitful; occasionally sucking in a breath and holding it for a beat. He could feel Greg's muscles grow tense and he knew it was only a few more thrusts before Greg would go over the edge.

Suddenly, Greg lost control, shifting his hands from Nick's wrists to clutch at the sheets. Nick immediately raised his arms and grabbed Greg's ass with both hands. He squeezed, raising his head to meet the thrusts. Greg pushed deeply once more, then abruptly grew still. Nick paused, feeling Greg shudder, then with a cry, he came, pouring down Nick's throat.

Nick held Greg for a moment more, letting him recover in the warmth of his mouth. Greg thrust softly a few more times and then rolled sideways, collapsing on the bed. Nick moved to lie next to Greg, propping himself on one arm and looking down.

After a few minutes, Greg had sufficiently recovered to open his eyes and look at him. Greg grinned and lifted a hand to run a finger over his chest. "That was amazing. Thank you."

Nick nodded and leaned down to kiss Greg lightly. "I loved that; I'll obey your commands anytime."

Greg winked at him. "Ok, lay on your back and spread your legs."

He was puzzled, but he quickly complied. As soon as he was settled, Greg moved between his knees and leaned over to take him in his mouth again.

He moaned as Greg plunged down, taking his whole length at once. He threw his head back as Greg moved up and down quickly, coating him in wetness before grasping the base of his cock. One hand stroked along his length, the other firmly massaged his thigh; Greg was busy with his tongue on the tip of his cock, licking the underside with long, slow strokes. He felt his heart beat faster and he started to gasp as he neared the edge.

For a moment more, Greg continued to slide a hand along his cock, then Greg whispered roughly, "Have you changed your mind yet?"

Nick looked at him, puzzled. As it occurred to him what Greg meant, he shook his head. "Greg, I'm..."

Greg nodded and moved again, stretching out between his legs. He felt Greg's chest pressed against his thigh, the flat of one foot rubbing his shin as once more his cock was sucked between warm, soft lips. He felt those lips slide down him, almost to the base before they slid up and then broke free with a slight pop. Then they connected with his balls, Greg's one hand still slowly stroking him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation, knowing he would come soon, when he felt Greg's other hand pressing into the base of his abdomen, just above his erection.

He gasped. The feeling was so intense between Greg's mouth on him, one hand stroking him, one hand pressing in. The roughness of Greg's foot was an interesting contrast to the smoothness of Greg's chest against his thigh. It was so erotic with the almost full body contact. He moaned loudly, all thoughts fleeing from his mind.

He was moaning, almost at the edge, when Greg suddenly moved from his balls to lick the underside of his cock. Nick gasped when Greg reached the tip and paused, his warm breath blowing across the sensitive skin as he asked, "Changed your mind yet? Can I show you how great it will be to have a cock up your ass?"

Before he had a chance to respond, Greg stopped stroking and slipped that hand behind his balls. He gasped once more as he felt a finger gently stroking over his opening. Eyes popping open, he stared, brown eyes meeting his own. "Greg...." he moaned.

"Is that a yes?"

"I...." He stammered as Greg again sucked the tip of his cock, flicking his tongue in circles while moving his lips back and forth over just the head. He loved the feeling but he wanted more. He thrust gently against Greg's mouth, but instead of taking more of him, Greg stopped.

"Nick, answer me."

"Greg...what?" Once again, he felt the finger flick over his asshole, this time pressing a bit harder.

"One more time, Nick. Yes or no?"

"Greg....please. God that feels good."

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, expecting Greg to continue. He was so close to the edge, all he needed was a few more thrusts and he would come. But, the warm mouth didn't close over him again as he expected. His eyes popped open as Greg stopped everything and quickly stood up from the bed. He gasped when he saw Greg gathering up his clothes. "What are you doing?"

Greg walked to the head of the bed and leaned over him, his clothes pressed against Greg's chest. Greg stared at his lips then Greg's eyes trailed up to meet his. "Nick, yes or no?"

Nick stared at him, his eyes growing even wider. Greg grinned then looked down his body at his still hard cock, before once more meeting his eyes. "Nick, I'm still waiting."

He couldn't believe what Greg was doing. His body was a ragged bundle of nerves ready to explode. He couldn't believe Greg was serious, but he didn't care anymore. All he wanted was Greg's mouth around him again. Suddenly it didn't matter what he'd thought as he watched Greg sleep. Here was this man before him, ready to give him pleasure, but withholding, waiting for an answer. There was only one answer he could give. He nodded and said roughly, "Yes."

Greg winked and asked, "Tomorrow?"

He moaned loudly. Anything to stop this torture! "Yes... Please, Greg." Greg hurriedly tossed his clothes aside and climbed back on the bed, again positioned between his legs. He watched to make sure that Greg was going to suck him before closing his eyes.

He cried out as he felt Greg's mouth close around him once more. Greg quickly set up a rhythm using his hand and mouth. Once he had sufficient lubrication, he took both hands, and making fists, alternated running them down Nick's cock. Nick gasped; the feeling was like he was thrusting in over and over. Greg tightened his fists slightly and sped up, while at the same time he leaned over and flicked the tip of his tongue in swirls around Nick's head, only stopping to start a hand at the top of Nick's erection again.

Nick was going crazy. He'd never felt anything like this before. His body tensed as he felt himself reaching the edge. Involuntarily, he thrust up; Greg met every thrust, making it that much better. He knew he was making noise, he heard moaning and gasping through a fog of sensation, but all he could concentrate on was how fantastic Greg was making him feel.

Suddenly, he felt himself right at the edge and he grew still. He gasped once and held the breath, feeling Greg's lips close around the head of his cock, just as he lost all control and went over. He filled Greg's mouth as the waves of pleasure washed over him, making his gasp again.

He shuddered once, then his muscles grew slack. Gently, Greg took his whole cock in then slowly pulled back. Opening his eyes, he watched as Greg carefully licked him, before he reached down and brushed a strand of hair out of Greg's eyes. "That was amazing. Thank you." Greg smiled, recognition on his face as he heard his words reflected back at him.

"Wait till tomorrow." Greg winked at him then moved up the bed, settling into his open arms.


The End

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Next story in series - The Education of Nick Stokes.