Title: Necessity

Pairing: Greg/Nick, established relationship

Author: Jacki (kbfan611)

Archive: Archive to WWOMB, anyone else please let me know first...ty!

Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone, except maybe my cat, but that’s questionable too. I don’t have any money now and I’m not making anything off this either. All rights to these characters belong to the creators and producers of CSI.

Rating: NC-17

Notes: I just want to thank Caroline and all of her lovely CSI fics for the inspiration. Nick and Greg seem to have taken up residence in my brain and I’m happy to have them, hopefully I’ve done them justice.

Necessity
by Jacki

Nick stood in the locker room, yanking his shirt over his head; he had to get it off, the remnants of the crime scene lingered there and he couldn’t deal with it anymore. He tossed the soiled garment into his duffel and pulled a clean shirt from his locker. Nick slipped the pale blue t-shirt over his head, inhaling the scent of laundry detergent as it brushed past his face.

‘Much better,’ he thought, tucking the shirt into his jeans.

"Nick?"

Startled, Nick turned to see Sara standing beside her locker, looking at him expectantly; he hadn’t even heard her enter the small room.

"Hey, Sara," he said, "what’s up?"

"I was just wondering if you want to grab some breakfast or something?"

Nick smiled, but shook his head as he answered, "Nah, I think I’m just going to head home, catch some sleep."

He really wasn’t planning on heading home, but he knew if he took Sara up on her offer he’d spend the next few hours re-hashing their case and that was the last thing he wanted to do this morning.

"Oh, alright. It was a long night..." her voice trailed off as Warrick crashed into the room.

"See you guys," Nick waved as he slung his duffel over his shoulder and pushed out of the room. He could hear Sara renewing her breakfast invitation to their colleague as the locker room door swung shut behind him.

Trudgingly, Nick walked down the maze-like corridor of the Forensics building, trying to push all thoughts of the grisly double homicide out of his mind. He rounded the corner and his ears were bombarded with the sound of Greg’s music pulsing from the lab. Nick walked to the doorway, a small smile curving his lips as he peeked inside. Greg was immersed in the music as he skittered to a halt in front of the printer and grabbed a thin sheaf of papers with a flourish.

"Hey," Nick said.

Greg spun on his heel, a crimson blush creeping into his cheeks as he realized he’d been caught.

"Hey," he answered, dropping the pages on his desk and quickly dialing down the volume of the music. "What are you still doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question."

"I had to finish up this comparison for Grissom and then I’m outta here," Greg responded tapping the papers he had just pulled from the printer. "I just need to drop them in his box."

"Right," Nick said, distractedly.

"Damn, Nick, you look like hell, what’s up?" Greg asked, moving closer to the other man.

"Just a tough night..." Nick’s voice trailed off.

"You were on the double homicide, weren’t you?" Greg queried. "You want to talk about it?"

"No, what I really want to do is try and forget about it," Nick grumbled. "How about we go get some breakfast?" he asked trying to change the subject.

Greg got the hint and nodded, "Sounds lovely, just let me drop these off for Gris and I’ll meet you out in the lot."

"Ok," Nick answered, a wan smile touching his lips.

***

Twenty minutes later, the two men were sitting in a red vinyl booth at their favorite diner. The waitress had brought them both their meals and they sat there across from each other eating in companionable silence.

Greg had noticed that although Nick had ordered the special he had hardly touched his food, mainly he was pushing it around on the plate listlessly. Slowly, Greg reached across the table, dropping his fingers lightly on Nick’s wrist stilling his tense movements.

"Nick," Greg started softly, "are you sure you don’t want..."

"I’m sure," Nick interrupted, looking up at the man across from him as he angrily pulled his hand from beneath Greg’s fingers.

"Alright," Greg said, soothingly, "I’m sorry. It’s just that you don’t seem to be very interested in your food and I thought maybe..."

Again, Nick interrupted, "You thought wrong, ok. Can we just leave it alone for now."

"Sure, sure," Greg responded placatingly.

"Thanks," Nick said, "I didn’t mean to snap at you like that...I just don’t want to think about it anymore right now."

"It’s fine, I understand. But, you know what, you look more like you could use a drink than greasy eggs," Greg smiled brightly.

"Well, Greggo," Nick’s face broke into a smile in return, "I think it’s a little too early for that."

"I know a place," Greg grinned, glad to finally see some of the worry drain from Nick’s face.

"Really?" Nick asked, raising his eyebrow skeptically.

"Yep, and it’s not far from here either."

"Well, then, by all means lead the way, lab boy," Nick smirked, pulling out his wallet to drop some money on the table.

Greg pulled some wrinkled bills out of his pocket and was about to add them to the pile Nick had laid down, but before he could, Nick’s strong hand gripped his wrist.

"Don’t worry, I got this one," Nick said, grazing his thumb across the smooth skin on the back of Greg’s hand.

"Great," Greg said, sarcastically, "now I owe you."

"That won’t be as bad as you think," Nick answered, his hand still wrapped around Greg’s wrist as he pulled the other man to his feet.

***

"I thought you were taking me to some little all-night shithole," Nick feigned disappointment as he followed Greg up the stairs to his apartment.

"I am, haven’t you ever noticed the full service bar in my living room?" Greg asked as he threw open the door and pointed toward the small cabinet in the corner of the living room.

The two men stepped over the threshold and Nick shouldered the door closed behind them. Without giving Greg a chance to react, Nick took the other man by the shoulders and spun him around trapping him against the door. He pressed his body tightly against Greg’s willing form. Nick was in control and Greg was willing to submit.

Leaning in Nick crushed his lips against Greg’s slightly opened mouth. Thrusting his tongue inside the warm recesses, their tongues engaging in a sensual battle of desire. Nick’s put his hands on Greg’s shoulders, all the while never breaking the heated contact of their mouths. He slid his hands slowly down the length of Greg’s torso, upon reaching the bottom of Greg’s shirt he tugged on it as he pulled it quickly off the younger man’s body.

Finally his hands were able to glide across Greg’s soft skin. Pulling away a bit, he began to shower kisses upon Greg’s neck, nibbling lightly. Moving ever downward towards his chest, Nick’s teasing tongue found Greg’s already peaked nipple. He used his teeth to tug slightly on the small nub. A whimper escaped Greg, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Hearing Greg’s reaction only heightened the arousal Nick was already battling. He didn’t want this to be over too quickly.

Continuing to lick and suck on Greg’s nipple, he allowed his other hand to roam freely. Tracing a gentle line towards Greg’s erection. Greg flinched slightly as Nick’s hand grazed his waist. Nick’s fingers nimbly unfastened Greg’s pants, pushing them down toward the floor. Greg inhaled sharply as Nick drew his hand slowly up his thigh towards Greg’s throbbing cock.

Greg’s hands began to grope impatiently at Nick’s shirt and Nick allowed him to pull it from his body. Pressing his bare chest against Greg’s already sweat dampened skin, Nick drew Greg into another searing kiss. The two men stumbled across the room, never breaking their skin on skin contact. Unaware of their surroundings through the fog of passion, Nick unexpectedly bumped
into the small dining room table that sat near the opposite corner of the room. Nick opened his eyes in surprise, a glint of mischieviousness behind his dark eyes.

Nick slid his hands around to cup Greg’s firm ass and lifted him slightly so that he was sitting on the edge of the burnished oak table. He pulled back and pushed Greg into the middle of the table. Climbing up and straddling him, Nick lowered his head. He began licking the tender skin of Greg’s inner thigh, gliding his tongue along the tightened muscles toward his ultimate goal.

His tongue brushed lightly across Greg’s balls before he sucked one and then the other into his warm mouth. Greg moaned softly as Nick’s mouth engulfed him. Greg’s reaction prompted Nick to give a bit more; he carefully drew his tongue along Greg’s hardness and swallowed the pre-cum that had begun to leak from the pulsating head. Wrapping his lips around the head he began to swirl his tongue over and around the tip. Greg gasped as Nick took him entirely. Nick sucked gently, slowly building the pressure. Greg began to thrust his hips upward, begging Nick to quicken his pace.

"Please, Nick..." Greg’s voice was ragged with passion.

Nick continued his slow torture until he was sure that Greg could stand it no more. He began to quicken his strokes, easily matching the rhythm of Greg’s bucking hips. Nick moved faster and faster until finally Greg cried out.

"Nick..oh, my god..." Greg’s voice trembled as he came.

The salty liquid pulsed into the back of Nick’s throat and he eagerly swallowed every bit of it before pulling himself up to crush Greg in a kiss. Again, their tongues whirled together, playfully caressing.

Nick moved from his position above Greg as he gingerly stepped back onto the floor. He looked at Greg lying on the table, the satiation of his orgasm clear on his face. Still gazing intently at Greg’s beautiful body, Nick slid his own pants onto the floor.

Nick licked the soft flesh of Greg’s ear as he traced his fingers slowly down Greg’s body towards the spot where their clothes lay in a heap. Reaching the end of the table, Nick leaned down to retrieve his pants. He slid his hand in the pocket and pulled out the condom as well as a small tube of lube.

"Oh, so I see you came prepared," Greg said, smiling devilishly.

Nick lifted himself back up onto the hard surface of the table.

"Turn over," Nick whispered. Greg willingly obliged.

Nick slid himself behind Greg, his aching cock pressing against the small of the young man’s back. Nick began to kiss the nape of Greg’s neck as he slowly slid first one finger and then another into Greg’s tight ass. Greg moaned as he felt the slick fingers enter him. Unable to continue his teasing much longer, Nick prepared Greg for what was to come. With his free hand he deftly unrolled the condom down the length of his rigid shaft.

Removing his fingers, Nick quickly replaced them with his cock. Gradually, Nick drove himself in as far as possible, the feel of Greg’s constricted muscles deepening his already ardent arousal. Greg whimpered as he felt Nick filling him completely.

Nick moved with deliberate strokes as he slid in and out. The feel of Greg’s body beneath him pushing him farther and farther toward the precipice of his orgasm. Unable to control his motions any longer Nick rammed himself into Greg, both of them breathing heavy with the exertion. Nick groaned audibly as he felt himself slipping over the edge. Greg moaned in response, the sound sending Nick into the throes of his release. He continued to press into Greg as the essence of his passion exploded. He felt lightheaded as he came, his breathing ragged. Collapsing onto Greg, Nick lay still until slowly his breathing quieted.

Nick shifted from his place inside Greg. He wrapped his arms around the slim body of his lover, lazily tracing circles on Greg’s still trembling arms.

"Good god, Nick," Greg said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Where did that come from?"

Nick looked down into his lover’s eyes as he responded, "I needed that, I needed you, Greg. I needed to feel alive..." His voice trailed off as he lowered his head into the crook of Greg’s shoulder.

For a few minutes the two men continued to lay there, Greg absently ran his fingers through Nick’s short hair; he hoped that his touch would relieve some more of the tension that was still settled in Nick’s shoulders. Finally, Greg squirmed a little beneath his lover trying to find a more comfortable position on the hard wood table.

"You alright?" Nick asked as he looked into Greg’s face, concern evident in his eyes.

"Well, this isn’t the most comfortable place for cuddling," Greg grinned.

Nick smiled in return, "True. I think maybe it’s about time for a shower." His fingers entwined in Greg’s as they headed toward the bathroom.

Stepping into the shower, Nick turned the warm water on at full force, pulling Greg in behind him. He felt Greg’s soft hands running across his back with the soap. He stood there, the water sluicing over his body as Greg covered his him in clean smelling foam. He turned back to Greg then, returning the favor. Nick ran his hands over Greg’s body, he squeezed a small dollop of shampoo into his hand and gently began to rub it into Greg’s hair. He massaged it into the younger man’s scalp as Greg sighed in response. Nick watched as Greg let his head loll back into the spray of the shower, rinsing the soap from his hair as well as his body. Then Greg reached up and began to massage shampoo into Nick’s scalp. Nick couldn’t help but notice how good it felt. Any remaining tension in his body drained out as Greg’s fingers worked themselves through his hair. When Greg finished Nick leaned back into the pulsating water and let it run over him as the lather ran down his back.

Both of them clean, the remnants of their activities running down the drain, Nick turned the water off. Before stepping out of the shower, Nick again pulled Greg into a kiss. This one slower, more exploration than raw hunger. Greg reluctantly pulled away and stepped out onto the cool tile floor; he wrapped a towel loosely around his waist and handed another to Nick.

"So," Nick smiled as he arranged the towel on his hips, "what now?"

Without a word, Greg grabbed Nick’s hand and led him into the bedroom.

"Sleep," he chuckled quietly, gesturing toward the bed.

Nick grinned as he grabbed Greg’s towel and let it drop to the floor. He dropped his own in the pile beside the bed as he nudged his lover onto the soft mattress.

Greg burrowed himself in next to Nick, resting his head on his lover’s chest; the other man wrapped an arm around Greg’s body and pulled the thin sheet over them.

Nick lowered his head, inhaling the clean scent of Greg’s ruffled wet hair as he brushed his lips across the younger man’s ear.

"Love you," Nick whispered quietly.

"Love you too," Greg echoed, idly caressing Nick’s smooth skin as he lulled him to sleep.

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