Title: Nick/Greg Advent Calendar 2021
Author: gothikmaus
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: G - NC-17
Category: ficlet collection, smut, fluff, humour
Summary: A collection of 24 Nick/Greg ficlets written for the Advent Calendar 2021. Smut, fluff, humour, and a little angst.
A/N: These 24 ficlets were inspired by the "Very Filthy Advent Calendar" prompts created by Chamyl. I'll post one every day between the 1st and 24th December. Not every ficlet will be smutty, but quite a few are. I'll switch the rating up to Explicit later on and will update the tags as I post the various chapters.
Chamyl's prompt list:
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation and all related characters are property of CBS. I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
Day 1 - First time
"Fuck, you're killing me, Nick."
"Mmh, patience," Nick murmured against Greg's neck as he ran a hand slowly down his side, only to stop right above the waistband of his briefs, fingertips barely touching his skin.
"Patience? Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this?"
Greg felt Nick smile as he slowly kissed his way up his throat.
"Tell me," he whispered, lips brushing the corner of Greg’s mouth.
"So long. So fucking long. I don't even remember what it feels like to wake up and not want you."
"Really? I had no idea," Nick went on, placing tiny kisses on Greg's jaw, his cheek, his temple.
"Like hell you didn't."
Nick grinned. It had taken him some time to figure out Greg was actually flirting with him, but once he did, it was glaringly obvious.
"Looks like I'll have to make up for lost time then," he finally said, and slid a hand inside Greg's briefs, squeezing gently. Greg gasped, hips lifting of their own accord as Nick slowly stroked him.
"Y-Yes."
Nick withdrew slightly, leaning his weight on an elbow so he could enjoy the view: Greg's eyes were shut tight and his cheeks flushed, hair a wild mess and sticking up in every direction against the pillow.
"Come back here," Greg panted, reaching up to place a hand on the back of Nick's head and guiding him down until they were kissing again.
Nick closed his eyes. They had danced around each other for a long time, but now they were finally here. And he wasn't going to let Greg go any time soon.
Day 2 - Jealousy/Possessiveness
Greg was glaring. Openly and shamelessly, eyes narrowed and fixed on the redhead who had just finished giving a statement on the case they were working on. She was pretty, he couldn't deny that, but that didn't give her the right to stand so close to Nick, or to place her hand on his arm as she talked to him, smiling and fluttering her eyelashes.
He turned around and went back to his microscope, silently fuming.
"You're gonna wear your teeth out if you keep grinding them like that."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered through gritted teeth, not looking up.
Nick smiled.
"I didn't take you for a jealous guy. It's kinda cute."
"'m not jealous." He sounded petulant even to his own ears. "Did you get her number?" he asked before he could stop himself.
"Nah."
"Why not? You like redheads."
Nick stepped closer, leaning against Greg's side as he whispered in his ear.
"I like jealous scientists with a passion for Vegas history more."
Greg couldn't suppress a shiver. He looked at Nick out of the corner of his eye.
"Do you?"
Nick nodded.
"And as soon as we're done here, I'm gonna show you exactly how much," he added as he placed a hand on Greg's shoulder and slowly let it slide down his back.
Greg knew he wouldn't be able to focus for the rest of the shift.
Day 3 - "Who hurt you?!"
"What happened?"
Of course Greg would notice as soon as he saw him: the bruise and split lip were pretty hard to miss.
"Don't worry, it's nothing."
"That's not nothing. Someone hit you," Greg said, walking up to him and studying Nick's face with narrowed eyes.
Nick sighed.
"When I got home this morning my neighbors were fighting. Again. They were standing in the front lawn, that asshole was shouting at his wife, threatening her, and things were starting to get ugly. I stepped in and asked her if she needed help."
"Of course you did," Greg commented, a fond look on his face.
Nick smiled.
"He told me to mind my own business. She looked so scared, Greg, I couldn't just leave."
"Let me guess: the husband didn't appreciate you interfering."
Nick shrugged.
"At least this time she reported him to the police."
Greg looked around and lifted a hand, the back of his fingers barely brushing the purple stain standing out against Nick's skin.
"Does it hurt?"
"Only if I touch it."
Greg withdrew his hand and leaned in, mouth a mere centimeter from Nick's ear.
"I'll kiss it better later."
Day 4 - Bodyswap
Nick woke up slowly. As he gradually regained consciousness, he became aware of the warm body lying in his arms. Memories from the previous night flooded his mind and he smiled. He still couldn't believe he had finally given in to temptation and had sex with Greg. Amazing sex. He wanted to blame the funny cocktails Greg had insisted they try (cocktails weren't usually his thing, he was more of a beer kind of guy), but the truth was they had been dancing around each other for a ridiculously long time and just needed a little push to do something about it.
He moved closer, the arm loosely draped over Greg's side wrapping a little tighter around the other man as he placed a kiss to the side of his neck. Greg moaned and wiggled back, pressing himself even more firmly against Nick's chest. Nick's mouth slid lower, trailing soft kisses along Greg's shoulders. He frowned as his lips ran over warm, smooth skin. He could have sworn he had felt scars on the nape of Greg's neck the previous night. Then again, he had been tipsy and horny, full of pent-up energy and sexual attraction he'd had to suppress for so long, maybe he had just expected to find scars there. That didn't matter, though: he would have plenty of time to explore Greg's body and memorize every inch of his skin.
Still, there was a nagging little voice in the back of his head telling him something wasn't right.
Greg sighed as Nick licked his neck.
"Mmh, Nick..."
Nick froze. There was definitely something wrong: that was not Greg's voice.
He drew back and propped himself up on an elbow. Even in the near darkness of his bedroom, he could tell the man lying in his bed was not Greg.
"Why'd you stop?" the man asked.
As he turned around, Nick found himself staring at his own face. And judging by the way he could see his own eyes grow comically larger, his own jaw dropping, he had a feeling he wasn’t the only one who felt like he had woken up in an episode of The Twilight Zone. He was sure if he reached around and touched the back of his neck, he would find irregular skin and old scars. He didn't need to get up and go to the bathroom to know whose face would be gazing back at him if he looked in a mirror.
What the hell had been in those cocktails?
Day 5 - Just the tip
"I wanna fuck you," Greg murmured against the back of Nick's neck, one hand sliding down the Texan's side and stopping on his hip.
Nick tensed up. There was no way Greg wouldn't notice, pressed like he was against his back. He withdrew slightly, but didn't move his hand.
"Only if you want, of course."
Nick rolled onto his back and looked up at him.
"It's not that. It's just I... I never..."
"Really?" Greg couldn't hide his surprise.
"Well, there was this one time," Nick said, looking away. "But it was a long time ago. And it doesn't really count."
Greg frowned.
"What do you mean it doesn't really count?"
Nick was blushing. Actually blushing. Greg was becoming more and more intrigued.
"It's just... You know..." he went on, still not looking at Greg.
"What, it doesn't count because it was just the tip?" Greg asked, sounding amused.
Nick didn't quite flinch, but his blush grew even deeper.
"Hey." Greg leaned closer and gently stroked his cheek. "I'm not making fun of you, I'm just surprised. And we don't have to do it if you don't want to."
"No, I do want to," Nick replied. He covered Greg's hand with his and finally looked up. "With you."
Greg smiled and kissed him gently. When he drew back, he had a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"So I'm going to be your first," he said with a tiny smirk.
He would never get tired of seeing Nick blush furiously.
"Just shut up and fuck me."
"Your wish is my command," Greg replied, and kissed him again.
Day 6 - Monstrous anatomy
"Guess what?" Greg asked as he bounced into the living room holding a brightly-colored DVD case in his hand.
"What?" Nick replied, sounding mildly concerned. He knew Greg was up to something when he got that twinkle in his eye.
"I asked Hodges for some suggestions on shokushu goukan."
Nick just blinked at him.
"You know, the tentacle thing."
"You... asked Hodges about tentacle porn?"
"Aren't you curious? It's apparently extremely popular in Japan. All those people can't be wrong."
Nick eyed him skeptically, but he knew trying to stop Greg when he got an idea in his head was useless, so he didn't protest when he slid the disk into the DVD player and sat down on the sofa next to him.
The first few minutes were relatively harmless, but things changed drastically as soon as an octopus-like creature appeared on screen and started having its way with the main character. They both tilted their heads sideways at the same time, trying to follow the action.
"Is that even anatomically possible?" Nick asked, frowning.
"Apparently," Greg answered, eyes fixed on the TV screen.
As the film ended, Greg turned to Nick.
"Well, that was different."
Nick was still frowning, but Greg noticed his cheeks were flushed and he was slightly out of breath.
"So, what do you think of a creature that can touch you in so many different places at the same time?" he asked, voice low and husky, and moved closer, hands running slowly up Nick's thighs. "Would you like that?"
"I think two hands are perfectly fine," Nick growled. He pushed him backwards until Greg found himself lying down on the sofa, a very turned on Nick lying on top of him and kissing him hard.
He would have to ask Hodges for more suggestions later.
Day 7 - Finger sucking
"I didn't know you baked," Nick said as he entered the kitchen.
Greg looked up. He was cutting cookies from a piece of dough and placing them on a pan. He had specks of flour all over his cheeks and nose, and Nick smiled at the sight.
"I don't, usually. But Ed from day shift said his son's school needs to replace some of their science lab equipment and they're doing a cookie sale to raise funds, so I called my grandma and asked her for some of her recipes."
"So you're doing it for science."
"Yep!"
Nick shook his head and looked around the kitchen, taking in the discarded bowls and spoons, the jars of sugar and spices, and the thin layer of flour that seemed to coat every horizontal surface. Greg followed his gaze and gave him a sheepish grin.
"Don't worry, I'll clean up everything later."
Greg's eyes fell on a dark blob on the counter where he had spilled some molasses. He dipped his index and middle fingers in it, scooping up some of the sticky substance and raising his hand to his mouth. Before it reached his lips, Nick grabbed it and pulled it to his own mouth. He sucked on the digits thoroughly, swirling his tongue around them until they were perfectly clean.
"Mmh, sweet," he said, looking at Greg with a smirk as he released his hand.
Greg's eyes were fixed on Nick's lips, a light blush coloring his cheeks.
"Sorry for the interruption. I didn't want to distract you from your daily good deed," Nick said as he left the kitchen, his smile growing wider as he heard Greg mutter something about him being a damn tease.
Day 8 - Blasphemy
"I really don't get it: it's just a bunch of guys in funny helmets throwing a ball to each other and trying to block whoever catches it."
"That's blasphemy and I won't tolerate it in my home."
Greg rolled his eyes. Nick was always grumpy when the Cowboys lost a game, and right now he was… There was no other way to put it: he was pouting like a little boy. Greg found it extremely cute, but he knew better than to say anything about it.
"Aw, don't be like that," he said, placing a hand on Nick's knee. "You don't like the music I listen to, but you don't see me making a big fuss over it."
"That's not music: that's noise. Loud, grating noise."
Greg was finding it harder and harder not to grin at Nick's sulky expression.
"How about I distract you from this tragic score?"
That at least sparked some interest in Nick. Greg smiled and straddled Nick's thighs, knees on either side of his hips. Nick's hands automatically went to Greg's waist.
"D'you have anything specific in mind?"
"I can improvise," Greg answered, slowly unbuttoning Nick's shirt and running his hands over his chest.
"I can work with that," Nick said, and leaned in for a kiss.
When Greg finally drew back, they were both panting and flushed, and Nick looked like the football match was the last thing on his mind. Greg carefully slid down until he was kneeling on the floor between Nick's legs, smiling up at him as he ran both hands up his thighs, fingertips ghosting along the seams of his jeans. Nick lifted his hips, seeking more contact, but Greg just moved his hands away.
"Don't tease," Nick warned him, voice lower than it had been just a few minutes earlier.
"Not teasing," Greg replied as he slowly unzipped Nick’s fly.
Nick raised his hips again, and this time Greg yanked his jeans down, leaving them bunched around his thighs. He gently pressed his palm against the bulge in Nick's boxers, making him moan and close his eyes. Greg smiled and pulled down the waistband, exposing Nick's erection. He loosely wrapped his fingers around it and stroked, fully aware it was nowhere near enough for Nick.
As he felt the other man grow restless, he slowly ran his tongue up the underside of Nick's cock, swirling it around the head before withdrawing again.
"Fuck, Greg. So much for not teasing."
Greg smiled as he leaned in again and closed his lips around the tip of Nick’s dick, bobbing his head a couple of times before sliding all the way down, relishing the gasps and garbled sounds escaping Nick's throat. Nick was grabbing his shoulders, his grip growing tighter as Greg moved faster. Both of Greg’s hands were placed firmly on Nick’s hips, keeping him pinned to the sofa as Greg set the pace.
"Greg. Please."
Greg eventually took pity on him and slid his hands down Nick’s thighs, letting him thrust up into his mouth. Nick’s fingers dug almost painfully into Greg’s shoulders and he let out a loud groan as he finally came.
Afterward, Nick just sat there, panting and boneless, head resting on the back of the sofa and arms slumped at his sides.
"Jesus, Greg. God."
Greg looked up at him, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Now, that's blasphemy."
Day 9 - Multiple orgasms / Overstim
Greg woke up to Nick's hand wrapped around his cock. He didn't know how long he had slept, but he suspected it had been a couple of hours at most. He was still tired and sore – he had already come three times in the last few hours – and he really didn't think he could get it up any time soon.
But apparently Nick's touch was magic, because he was already getting hard.
"Nick..." he mumbled, his voice sounding hoarse. He remembered begging loudly at some point, but he was too exhausted to be embarrassed about it. "I… I don't think I can..."
He gasped as Nick tightened his grip, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles around the head of Greg's cock.
"Come on, Greg. You're the one who was bragging about stamina yesterday."
"I, ah, may have exaggerated a little," Greg panted, hips moving of their own accord in time with Nick's strokes.
"You? Exaggerating? That'd be a first," Nick teased, his hand moving slowly on Greg's dick as he bit down on his shoulder.
Greg shuddered.
"Nick..." he whimpered, not really sure what he was asking. He was both wiped out and wired up, he wanted to come and to go back to sleep. His skin was too sensitive, he didn't know if he was too hot or too cold, and Nick's touch was both too much and not enough.
"Come on, baby, come for me. One more time. I know you can do it."
Greg wasn't so sure about that. Nick's strokes were speeding up, mouth trailing down his chest, and Greg was close, so close, he could feel it in his teeth. Then Nick bit down on a nipple, and Greg arched his back off the mattress and came, a strangled moan escaping his throat.
"Good boy," Nick muttered, nuzzling the side of Greg's neck.
Greg didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. He was only vaguely aware of Nick placing a gentle kiss on his cheek before he was out like a light.
Day 10 - Temperature play
"Of course the A/C would break right in the middle of a damn heat wave," Nick grumbled as he flopped down on the sofa, pressing a can of ice-cold coke against the back of his neck.
"The maintenance company said they won't be able to send anyone until tomorrow," Greg said, placing his cell phone down on the coffee table and sitting down. "Apparently they've been swamped with emergency calls."
Nick just grunted and moved the can to the base of his throat, closing his eyes and resting his head on the back of the sofa.
Greg grabbed his glass of iced tea and brought it to his lips, taking a long sip of the blissfully chilled drink. He held the glass in his hand until he felt his skin turn cold, then he put it back down. Without saying a word, he moved closer to Nick and slid his hand under Nick's T-shirt, pressing the palm against his stomach. Nick hissed at the sudden coldness on his skin, but didn’t move away. Greg leaned in and brushed his cool lips against Nick's. When the other man sighed and opened his mouth, Greg used his tongue to push an ice cube between Nick's parted lips. He smiled as he felt Nick shiver.
They kissed until the ice cube melted.
"Why don't you take off your T-shirt?" Greg asked.
Nick knew Greg was up to something, but he wasn't going to complain. He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, dropping it onto the floor. Greg reached for his glass, picked up one more ice cube, and slowly ran it down Nick's chest, grinning as Nick gasped. The Texan arched his back off the sofa as Greg circled his nipples with the ice cube, which was quickly melting and dripping cold water all over his skin.
Greg leaned in and licked the stray droplets trickling down Nick's chest, running his tongue up until he reached a nipple.
"Fuck," Nick moaned, grabbing the back of Greg's hand and holding him in place. He almost jumped out of his skin when Greg ran a cold hand down his side and moved to unzip his jeans.
Nick lifted his hips enough to allow Greg to push his pants down and get his underwear out of the way. He was expecting a cold hand to wrap around his cock; instead, Greg used his other hand, which was warm and dry, to stroke him a few times before taking him into his mouth.
Nick didn't know if the garbled sounds coming from his throat were actual words, but he was pretty sure they were so loud their neighbors could hear them too. And he didn't care.
He came ridiculously quickly. As Greg pulled back, Nick just sat there, sprawled on the sofa with his shirt off and jeans undone, trying to catch his breath. He was even sweatier and stickier than before, but he didn't mind at all.
"You look awfully hot there," Greg said, looking way too pleased with himself. "Why don't you take a shower? That should cool you off."
Nick didn't miss the bulge straining the front of Greg's pants.
"I think someone should help me wash my back."
Greg smirked.
"I'll see what I can do about that."
Day 11 - Wrestling
"Gimme that."
"What? Why?"
"We're not watching another freaking documentary on birds," Greg said, leaning over and trying to grab the remote. Nick picked it up and moved it out of Greg's reach.
"Why not?"
"Because that's all you ever watch! You need to diversify your interests. Besides, I'm pretty sure you've already seen this one."
"What's wrong with documentaries? And I haven't watched this one: that was part 1; this is part 2."
"Oh, there are sequels too? That's it, hand me the remote. Now."
"No," Nick insisted, holding the object in question high above his head.
"I'm warning you, Nick: I'm gonna wrestle it out of your hand if I have to."
Nick smirked.
"I'd like to see you try."
Greg narrowed his eyes and pounced. Nick ended up pressed against the back of the couch, fending off Greg's attempts with one arm as the other man tried to snatch the remote out of his hand. When Greg didn't stop, Nick surged forward, taking him by surprise and making him flop back onto the cushions. Greg let out a loud "oomph" as Nick landed on top of him. The Texan looked smugly down at him, the hand holding the remote dangling off the back of the sofa, well out of Greg's reach.
"Get off me, you big oaf," Greg complained, half-heartedly pushing at Nick’s shoulders.
"You know, I think I'm enjoying this little wrestling match."
Nick grinned and ran his free hand down Greg's side and past his hip. He grabbed his thigh and lifted it, the movement pressing their groins together. Greg gasped as Nick's crotch rubbed directly against his own.
"That’s playing dirty," he whined, sliding both hands down to Nick's ass.
"You're the one who started it," Nick pointed out, rocking his hips in slow circles and making Greg moan. "Do you concede defeat?"
"Never," Greg replied, looking defiantly up at him. He raised his hips and squeezed Nick's buttocks, pulling him even closer.
Nick licked his lips and let the remote drop to the floor.
"You asked for it."
Day 12 - Coming untouched
"I wonder if you can come just from this," Nick murmured, lips hovering not even an inch above Greg's skin.
Greg could still feel Nick's tongue on him, slow strokes and quick flicks turning him into a babbling, shivering mess as Nick's big hands kept him spread open and exposed.
"I... I can't," Greg stammered, sounding wrecked. He gasped as one of Nick's thumbs circled his entrance and slipped inside.
"Mmh. I think you can."
Nick bit lightly at Greg's buttock and then his tongue joined his finger as he slowly pushed in and out. Greg whimpered. He was dying to reach down and stroke his neglected dick, but Nick had told him not to touch himself, using that voice, so he just grabbed the headboard tighter, his knuckles turning white, and hoped Nick would soon have mercy on him.
But Nick didn't seem to be in a hurry. He lazily pushed a finger inside Greg, then two, while his tongue kept licking and swirling and prodding. Greg tried to rub himself against the bed, but Nick noticed and grabbed his hips, pulling him up onto his knees. Greg could just picture himself, sprawled out with his face half smothered in the pillow and his ass sticking up in the air, his dick hard and dripping all over the sheets.
"Please, Nick. Please."
"You're so pretty when you beg," Nick said, before he thrust two fingers back into him. "You're even prettier when you come."
He moved quicker now, deeper, and Greg almost yelped when those fingers found his prostate. But it still wasn't enough.
"Nick..." he sobbed, head dropping forward as he fought for breath.
"I know you can do it."
Nick wrapped an arm around his torso and pulled him flush against himself. Greg let go of the headboard and let himself be pulled up until he was kneeling with his back against Nick's chest.
"Come for me," Nick whispered in his ear as he buried his fingers deep inside Greg, twisting and crooking them and making white spots explode behind Greg's eyelids.
Nick's other hand moved to Greg's hip and slipped to his inner thigh, fingers gently fondling his balls before sliding up, barely brushing the base of his cock, and Greg couldn't take it anymore. He moaned loudly as he came, arms flailing blindly behind him, hands trying to clutch at whatever part of Nick he could reach.
When he stopped shaking, he just sat there, limp and panting, and if it weren't for Nick's arm wrapped securely around him, Greg was sure he would have collapsed on the bed.
"Told you you could do it," Nick muttered, nuzzling Greg's cheek.
"You're insane," Greg said, still out of breath. He lifted an arm and placed a hand on the back of Nick's head, turning around just enough to kiss the corner of his mouth.
"Is that a bad thing?"
Greg slowly shook his head. No, it wasn't a bad thing at all.
Day 13 - Hand-feeding
"Open your mouth."
"Why?" Nick asked, looking at him dubiously.
Greg rolled his eyes.
"Why are you always so suspicious?"
"Because I know you."
Greg huffed.
"I just wanted to feed you a strawberry," he said, holding up the fruit in question.
Nick gave him a lopsided smile.
"A strawberry, huh?"
"You don't have to eat it if you don't want to," Greg grumbled, putting the strawberry back into the small bowl he was holding.
"I didn't say that," Nick said. He leaned forward and opened his mouth.
Greg was still pouting, but he picked up the fruit again and delicately raised it to Nick's lips. Nick bit into it, tongue barely catching a droplet of juice before it dribbled down his chin. He could see Greg's expression shift from slightly annoyed to something else entirely.
He chewed slowly, savoring the sweet taste, before swallowing and going back for the rest. His lips grazed Greg's fingertips before closing around the juicy red fruit.
"Another one?" Greg asked, voice sounding strained.
Nick nodded, eyes never leaving Greg's.
They went on for a while, Greg feeding Nick and Nick biting into the strawberries, licking and sucking at Greg's fingers in the process.
"Aren't you going to eat any?" Nick asked, licking his shiny, juice-stained lips. "I thought you liked strawberries."
Greg only stared at him, eyes dark and slightly unfocused. Nick reached out and took the bowl from his hands, placing it on the coffee table, then leaned in and pressed his mouth to Greg's. Greg immediately parted his lips, offering no resistance as Nick's tongue slipped inside. He tasted of strawberries, and Greg couldn't hold back a moan as Nick buried a hand into his hair and pulled him closer.
When they finally drew apart, they were both out of breath.
"I do," Greg panted. "But they taste better on you."
Day 14 - Clones
The music was pulsing through him, the incessant pounding of the bass making his stomach throb as stroboscopic lights flashed behind his closed eyelids. He swayed in time with the rhythm, a sea of bodies surrounding him and moving together as one collective entity.
Someone pressed flush against his back, hands grabbing his hips, and he smiled. He knew who the other person was even without turning.
Warm lips kissed his neck and he tilted his head to the side, allowing that mouth easier access. The hands on his hips moved to his stomach, making him shiver despite the heat of the club.
He turned within the embrace and finally opened his eyes. Nick was looking at him with half-closed eyelids, lips shiny and moist as if he had just licked them. Greg wrapped his arms around his shoulders and kissed him.
"What took you so long?" he asked against Nick's mouth when he finally drew back to breathe.
"I was enjoying the view," Nick replied, running his hands down Greg's back and sliding them into the back pockets of his jeans.
Just as they started kissing again, Greg felt someone press against his back. He frowned and turned around, his jaw dropping at what he saw.
Nick was standing there, eyes dark and a small smile curving his lips.
Greg almost gave himself whiplash looking back and forth between the two men. It was impossible. Just how much did he drink?
"You're thinking too much," the Nick in front of him said, voice low yet perfectly clear over the music playing in the club.
He cupped Greg's cheek and drew him in for a kiss. At the same time, the Nick standing behind him pressed himself against his back again, placing his hands over his hips as he ran his lips along his neck.
Greg felt like his heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest. He should say something, do something, but things felt way too good to stop. And they felt even better when one of the hands on his hips slipped to the front of his jeans and fondled him through the denim.
He drew back, gasping, but was only able to breathe for a second before Nick number 2 gently but firmly turned his face toward him and kissed him.
Greg just stopped thinking and let himself be kissed and touched, not caring about the people around them.
Someone was pulling his zipper down and he was falling, falling, the music and the club and all the other people disappearing, only the three of them remaining. He almost expected to hit the ground and wake up, but when he opened his eyes he was lying in bed, one Nick on either side of him. He didn't know at what point they had lost their clothes, and he frankly didn't care.
One Nick leaned over to kiss him, and he met him halfway. The other one gently nudged his hip until he was lying on his side sandwiched between them. An erection was pressed against his ass and a hand closed around his dick. He broke the kiss, gasping for breath. Four hands were touching him, two warm mouths leaving wet trails over his shoulders and chest. Just as he thought things couldn't get any better, he felt another pair of lips trailing down his stomach and a tongue lick the head of his cock.
Greg looked down and saw another Nick, dark eyes gazing up at him as he closed his mouth around him.
Reality shattered and he woke up with a gasp.
He was lying in his bed, alone, the front of his boxers wet and sticking to his skin.
"Fuck," he groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes.
His crush on Nick was getting out of hand.
Day 15 - Morning sex / Somnophilia
Nick was floating. He was blissfully warm, every muscle in his body relaxed. He didn't know where he was and didn't care. He was happy.
Someone was touching him. Slow, languid caresses down his arms, up his legs. Hands slid on his thighs, fingertips inching toward his groin, and his breath itched.
His hands started tingling, the sensation spreading from the tips of his fingers and crawling up his arms, reaching his chest and stomach and going lower. His heart was beating faster and he heard a moan escape his lips.
He opened his eyes. He was in his bedroom, just a sliver of late afternoon light filtering through the drawn curtains. He blinked and looked down his body, gasping when he saw Greg's head bobbing up and down as he sucked him.
"Fuck, Greg."
His voice sounded rough as he reached out and carded his fingers through the other man's unruly hair. Greg looked up and gave him a mischievous look, and that was all it took. Nick's grip grew tight on the back of Greg's head and he was coming, unable to suppress a groan.
They had talked about it, but he didn't think Greg would actually go through with it. He should have known better: it was Greg after all.
Nick moaned as he felt wet lips plant a kiss on his hip and trail slowly up his body.
"Good morning," he mumbled as Greg laid down next to him and placed a soft kiss near the corner of his mouth.
"Morning," Greg said, and snuggled against his side, face buried against his neck. He felt him smile. "So you don't actually sleep through an orgasm."
Nick chuckled and turned onto his side, draping an arm over Greg's waist.
"Told you so."
"Yeah, but I'm a man of science, I needed proof."
Nick smiled. He didn't mind running that kind of experiments.
Day 16 - Degradation
"I was thinking about that woman."
"What woman?" Nick asked as he removed his watch and put it on the nightstand.
"The one from today's case."
Nick sighed and sat down on the bed.
"Greg, no talking about work in the bedroom."
"Yeah, I know. It's just... I was wondering... In that video, she seemed to really enjoy being..." Greg trailed off, gesturing vaguely with his hand.
"Degraded?"
"Yeah."
"Well, people get turned on by all kind of stuff. That's not even the weirdest thing I've seen over the years."
"Yeah, I know. But for some reason, that got me really curious. Maybe we could... You know..."
Nick's eyebrows almost reached his hairline.
"You want me to insult you?"
"Nothing extreme, maybe just a bit of dirty talk?"
"Greg..."
"Please? It doesn't have to be anything mean or demeaning. You could, I don't know, call me a slut? I am kind of a slut for you," he finished, batting his eyelashes and flashing a grin in Nick's direction.
Nick wasn't really convinced, but decided to play along.
"Yes, you are," he drawled, crawling across the bed until he reached Greg. "You're a filthy, little slut, always begging for my dick."
He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Greg's throat, applying just the tiniest amount of pressure. Greg's eyes widened, his jaw dropping, and a small gasp escaped his lips. Nick looked down at him and withdrew his hand, flopping down on his side next to him.
"Sorry, G, I can't do this."
"Yeah, me neither," Greg replied. His heart was pounding in his chest.
"So, can we go back to our plain, boring sex?" Nick asked.
Greg smiled.
"Trust me, Nick, sex with you is anything but boring," he said, reaching out to cup his cheek and leaned in for a kiss.
Day 17 - Dry humping, clothes on
"Wanna move this to the bedroom?" Nick asked, sliding his hands under Greg's T-shirt and running them up his back.
Greg shook his head.
"Here's perfectly fine," he said, trailing kisses along Nick's jaw.
He felt like a randy teenager making out on the couch while his parents weren't home, and he almost giggled at the thought. Nick made him feel that way: giddy and horny and just a little bit silly.
Nick buried a hand in Greg's hair and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. Greg moaned and started rocking his hips in slow circles against Nick's. He bit down on Nick's lower lip, making him groan.
"If we keep this up, we're gonna make a mess of our clothes," Nick panted against Greg's lips, but he didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. His hands were planted firmly on Greg's ass as they rubbed against each other, erections trapped almost painfully in their jeans.
"I'm counting on it," Greg mumbled back, catching Nick's mouth in another kiss.
Day 18 - Aphrodisiac
"Really, Greg? A Christmas market?" Nick asked, looking at the two rows of stands unwinding before them, each one decked out with holly, tinsel and a variety of glittering decorations.
"Come on, Scrooge, it's gonna be fun," Greg chirped, grabbing Nick's hand and pulling him along, ignoring his protests.
He stopped at every stall, looking at everything with bright eyes and a beaming smile, and Nick's sour mood soon evaporated. As they reached the hot drinks booth, Greg ordered a spicy chocolate and sat down at one of the wooden tables nearby. Nick took the seat on the bench across from him.
"I’ve wanted to try chili hot chocolate for a while," Greg said before taking a sip of the steaming drink. He briefly closed his eyes and wiggled a little. "Mmh, my tongue's all tingly." He lifted the mug toward Nick. "Wanna taste it?"
"No, thanks," Nick answered, his expression halfway between doubtful and disgusted.
"Why are you making that face? You like spicy food."
"Yeah, when it's supposed to be spicy. Chocolate's not."
"You should broaden your horizons."
Greg brought the mug back to his lips and took another sip, letting out a small, satisfied moan. As he placed it back on the table, he looked at Nick, raising his eyebrows.
"You know, both chili and cocoa are supposed to be aphrodisiacs," he said, tongue darting out to lick chocolate off his lower lip.
Nick snorted.
"As if you need it."
A mischievous grin dawned on Greg's face, one that Nick knew very well.
"That's right, I don't need any extra help."
He leaned forward, placing a hand on Nick's knee under the table.
"Why don't we go home? I think this spicy hot chocolate is starting to have an interesting effect."
He sat back up and took a final swallow of the drink in question, making a big show of licking his lips.
Nick shook his head.
"You're unbelievable."
Day 19 - Shibari
"Done," Greg said, voice barely louder than a whisper. He leaned back to admire his work, his breath leaving him in a long sigh as he gazed at the masterpiece in front of his eyes.
They had tried some light bondage before, but this? This was something else.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, eyes scanning the knots and intricate patterns adorning Nick's chest.
He was kneeling on top of the quilt, the red rope standing out sharply against smooth, tanned skin. His biceps were tied securely against his torso, forearms bound firmly behind his back.
It had taken Greg a long, long time to convince Nick to try shibari, but it had been worth the wait. The only thing Nick had flat out refused was having his pictures taken. Greg had promised he would leave his face out of the shots, that he would store the photos on an encrypted pen drive that he would keep in a safe, but Nick had been adamant. Greg could understand him being paranoid about someone finding those pictures and hadn't pressed the matter, but he still thought it was a pity. Nick looked absolutely breathtaking.
"Does it look like you imagined?" Nick asked. His head was tilted slightly to the side, and Greg could swear his smile hid some nervousness.
"Better," he answered, running a fingertip slowly along the ropes.
Nick shivered as Greg's fingers touched the skin just below his navel. Greg leaned in and kissed him softly, and Nick opened up to him, immediately relaxing.
Greg had never seen him so pliant. He moved his hand lower, enjoying the little gasp that escaped Nick's mouth as he wrapped his fingers around his cock.
"Just let go," he whispered against Nick’s lips as he slowly stroked him. "I'm here for you."
Nick closed his eyes, leaning forward and resting his forehead against Greg's shoulder as Greg fondled him. Greg placed his other hand on the back of Nick's head, holding him close.
"G-Greg," Nick stuttered, turning his face and pressing it against the side of Greg's neck.
"It's okay, Nick. I've got you."
Greg's grip grew tighter, and when he lightly ran his nails down the back of Nick's neck, Nick let out a strangled groan and came, resting his whole weight against Greg as he knelt there in front of him, boneless and shivering. Greg wrapped his arms around him and held him until he had stopped shaking.
"You okay?" he asked, one hand gently cupping Nick's cheek.
Nick simply nodded and leaned in again, burying his face against Greg's neck.
"Just wanna stay like this a little longer."
Greg smiled and ran a hand down Nick's back, fingertips brushing over skin and rope.
"Anything you want. I'm not going anywhere."
Day 20 - Autofellatio
"I'm telling you: it's physically impossible."
"And I'm telling you I saw it happen."
"Was it in one of your porn magazines?"
Greg opened his mouth to reply, but closed it again.
"I'm sure a contortionist could do it," he eventually said, too stubborn to just let go. "And I read somewhere that some guy had two ribs removed so he could suck himself off."
Nick snorted.
"That's bullshit."
"Just because you can't do it..."
"Oh, are you telling me you can do it?"
"I'm not saying that."
"Then what are you saying? Why are we even talking about this?"
Greg shrugged.
"It's just something that occurred to me."
"Only you could just randomly start a conversation on this topic," Nick said, shaking his head. "Are you trying to tell me something? Is my technique not to your liking?"
"What? No!" Greg hurriedly replied. "Your blowjobs are amazing!"
"Are you sure? I don't mind practicing a little if you think I need to get better," Nick went on, shooting him a look that went straight to Greg's dick.
"Well, I guess that wouldn't hurt. One should always aim to improve."
Nick smiled and reached for Greg's zipper.
Day 21 - Forbidden
Nick caught himself staring again. He couldn't quite explain his fascination with Greg: sure, he was the kind of guy who didn't go unnoticed, what with his ever-changing hairstyles and garish shirts, but he wasn't Nick's type. Not that Nick had a type when it came to guys, because he didn't like guys, not like that. He had spent years repeating himself that, and he had almost started believing it. Then Greg Sanders happened.
Greg looked up from the microscope and met his eyes. He smiled at him and Nick hoped his own tight-lipped smile didn't look too much like a grimace. It wasn't the first time Greg had caught him staring; he really needed to be more careful.
He looked down at the table, trying to make sense of the evidence lying there, but all he could think of was what it would feel like to push Greg against the wall and kiss him. He wanted to peel off Greg's lab coat and slide his hands under those ridiculous shirts of his. He wanted to feel warm skin under his fingers. He wanted to make him shiver and moan his name. He wanted to know what he tasted like. What he sounded like when he came.
He clenched his fists and stood up. He needed to get out of the lab and clear his head. And, most of all, he needed to put a stop to this ridiculous obsession before he did something unforgivable.
Day 22 - "Shhh! Keep quiet"
Greg marched into Nick's office, a determined expression on his face.
"Come with me."
Nick looked up from the report he was reading and frowned.
"Something wrong?"
Greg shook his head.
"Just come with me."
He turned on his heel and walked out, not checking if Nick was following. Nick stood up and went after him.
"What's going on?" he asked, following Greg into the restroom.
As soon as they were both inside, Greg pulled Nick into one of the stalls. He slammed the door shut, pushed him up against it, and kissed him hard. It took Nick a couple of seconds to recover from the surprise and return the kiss. He ran his hands down Greg's back and grabbed his hips, and Greg moaned loudly.
"Shhh, keep quiet. Someone'll hear us."
"This is all your fault," Greg muttered against Nick's lips.
"How is this my fault? You're the one who dragged me here, pushed me up against the door and kissed me like your life depended on it."
"You've been strutting around in this damn shirt all night," Greg said, running his lips along Nick's jaw and down his neck.
"What's wrong with this shirt?"
"It's black. And tight. And open another button while you're at it, why don't you? Gee, I can almost see your navel."
Nick smirked, moving his hands from Greg's hips to his ass.
"I had no idea you liked it so much. I should wear it more often."
"Don't you dare," Greg growled, sinking his teeth on the junction of Nick's neck and shoulder, making him hiss.
"I'll save it for special occasions then."
Greg muttered something against Nick's throat and moved up for another long kiss.
"Don't change after work," he said when he finally drew back, staring at Nick with such intensity Nick thought he could catch fire from it. "I want to undo every single button and peel this damn thing off you myself."
With that, he took a step back, pushed Nick out of the way, and opened the door of the stall, briefly checking there was no one around before stomping off.
Nick smirked. That black shirt had definitely been a great purchase.
Day 23 - Deep waters/bathing
"I still can't believe we got to take a week off at the same time," Greg said, floating on his back with his eyes closed, letting the gentle waves rock him.
"Enjoy it while you can: who knows when, or even if, it'll happen again."
"Oh, believe me, I'm enjoying it very much," Greg replied. He opened his eyes and swam toward Nick, wrapping his arms around his shoulders when he reached him.
The good thing about renting a house with a small, private beach was that they had all the privacy they needed and didn't have to worry if they wanted to go skinny dipping at sunset. Or switch from swimming to making out.
Nick ran his hands slowly down Greg's back, resting them briefly on his hips before moving to his ass, squeezing gently. Greg moaned into the kiss and wrapped his legs around Nick's waist.
"Let's go back," Nick muttered as he broke the kiss and slid his lips down Greg's neck.
"No," Greg said, tilting his head back to give Nick better access to his throat.
Nick raised his eyebrows at him and Greg grinned.
"Come on, it's not like anyone can see us."
Nick smiled, pressing his lips to Greg's jaw and licking the salt from his skin as one of his fingers slipped between Greg's buttocks, making him gasp.
"This what you want?" he whispered in his ear.
"Yes," Greg sighed, one hand grabbing the back of Nick's head and pulling him up for another kiss.
Until not too long ago, Nick would never have agreed to have sex outdoors, private beach or not. But a lot had changed since Greg had become part of his life. And he wasn't going to complain in the least.
Day 24 - Aftercare
"I was too rough."
Nick's expression was distressed as he freed Greg's wrists, eyes fixed on the angry red lines standing out sharply against his skin. He rubbed small circles with his thumbs on the ligature marks, careful not too apply too much pressure.
Greg shook his head.
"It was perfect."
'You were perfect,' he mentally added.
His whole body felt tender and sore, and he knew he was going to feel it for days, but he didn't mind at all. He was actually looking forward to the discomfort, it would remind him of Nick: it was rare for the other man to lose control like that, and Greg had loved every second of it.
Nick carefully brought Greg's hands to his lips, placing soft kisses all along the reddened skin of his wrists. Greg's breath caught in his throat at the gentleness of the gesture. In that moment, he loved Nick so much he was afraid his heart was going to burst.
"Do you still have that aloe lotion? It might help," Nick asked and started to withdraw, intending to go look for something to apply to the bruises.
Greg sat up and wrapped his arms around him, stopping him.
"Later," he mumbled, face pressed against Nick's chest.
Nick ran a hand through Greg's hair and kissed the top of his head, and Greg couldn't hold back anymore.
"I love you," he whispered, voice barely audible.
Nick's hand stopped on the nape of his neck, and Greg screwed his eyes shut. There was a reason why they had never said the words out loud, but it was too late to take them back now.
Nick placed his hands on Greg's shoulders and gently pushed him back, just enough to look at him. Greg kept his eyes down, too afraid of what he'd see if he looked at the other man's face.
"Hey."
He felt Nick's finger under his chin, gently nudging him to look up. When he finally did, Nick's expression was so full of affection Greg almost stopped breathing.
"You know I'm not good with words, but I do love you."
Greg knew he must be gaping, and judging by Nick's amused smile, he must have an idiotic expression on his face, but he didn't care. Nick leaned in and kissed him softly, and all the tension Greg had been feeling immediately left his body. He wrapped his arms around Nick's shoulders and pulled him down until they were lying on their sides facing each other.
"Merry Christmas," Greg said, his smile so bright it could've lit up the whole Strip.
"Merry Christmas," Nick replied, gently cupping Greg's cheek in his hand and leaning in for another kiss.
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December 2021