Title: Blackmail
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Gil/Nick & Nick/OMC
Rating: AO
Warnings: non-con

Nick had just stepped out of the shower after a long night at the crime lab, when his front doorbell sounded.  Knowing Gil was in court this morning, Nick wondered who could be at the door as he pulled on a pair of sweats.  He was pulling on a t-shirt as he opened the door.

Shock was the word to describe Nick’s face as he stared at the Sheriff.  “Sheriff?”

“Stokes.”  The Sheriff looked him up and down, taking in the wet hair.  “Hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Eh…no.”  Nick stuttered.  It was then that he noticed the large manila envelope tucked under the Sheriff’s arm.  “Can I help you?”

“Can I come in?” 

“Er…sure.”  Nick’s mind was going a mile a minute.  He could not, for the life of him, figure out why the Sheriff was at his house.  There was no love lost between the Sheriff and Gil’s team, and Nick was suddenly afraid that he had done something wrong.

Nick stepped back to allow the Sheriff to enter, and the Sheriff walked into the dim interior of Nick’s home.  Nick quickly looked around and was relieved to note that the house was relatively clean.  The carpet could use a vacuuming, but all in all, the house was in good shape.

“Would you like some coffee?”  Nick asked politely, trying to postpone the bad news that the Sheriff obviously brought with him.

“No thanks.”  The Sheriff glanced around and then made himself at home on Nick’s couch. 

Nick remained standing.  He shifted from one foot to the other nervously. 

“Sit, Stokes.   I have something to show you, then we’re going to do a little business.”

Nick’s eyebrows knitted together.  “Business?”

“Sit.” 

Nick sat down in his recliner, but he did not lean back.  While he sat perched on the edge of the chair, the Sheriff seemed very much at home and leaned back on the couch.  He tossed the envelope on the coffee table and motioned for Nick to pick it up.  Nick obeyed the silent command. 

“What’s this?”  Nick asked, turning the envelope over once but seeing no writing on it at all.

“Open it.”  The Sheriff crossed one ankle over his other leg, looking relaxed.

Nick undid the metal clasp and peered inside.  He pulled out a small stack of 8x10 photographs.  After seeing the top picture, Nick found he could not catch his breath.

“What…Where….”  Nick couldn’t finish his sentence.  In his hand was a picture of Nick and Gil, up at Lake Mead.  Nick remembered that night well.  He had picked up a couple of sandwiches at a local deli that Gil liked and they drove up to a secluded area by the lake.  They ate and talked and then they made out.  Nick had given Gil a blowjob and later, after they had returned home, they had sex right on the living room floor.  Gil had complained for days about his rug burns.  The first picture was of the two of them laughing, they were side by side, and Nick was leaning against the other man.  Nick closed his eyes after seeing the next picture.  Gil was kissing his neck and Nick’s head was thrown back.  The third was of Nick unzipping Gil’s pants.  Gil’s hands were tangled in Nick’s hair.  Nick did not need to see the rest of the pictures.  He stuffed them back in the envelope and looked at the Sheriff.

The Sheriff had a cold smile on his face.  “You should have finished looking at them, Stokes.  I spent a lot of time looking at all of them.”

“Where did you get these?”  Nick voice was almost a whisper.

“That really isn’t important.  The question you really want to ask is what I intend to do with these, isn’t it?”

Nick nodded mutely. 

“If these got in the wrong hands, say the LVPD’s interdepartmental email system, not only would it make your life miserable, but it would probably destroy Grissom’s credibility.  After all, he’s fucking one of his subordinates.”

“What are you going to do with them?”  Nick wondered if the Sheriff could hear his heart beating, because to Nick it sounded loud.

“Nothing, as long as I get what I want.”  The Sheriff said smugly.

“What do you want?”  Nick was pale and when the Sheriff abruptly leaned forward, Nick was so startled that he cried out.

The Sheriff laughed.  “No need to be so nervous.  I’m not going to ask for anything you can’t give.”

Nick just looked at the other man blankly.

“I want what Grissom has.”

“What?”  Nick was confused.  He wasn’t sure of what the Sheriff was talking about. 

“It’s quite simple really.”  The Sheriff said, placing his arms on his knees.  He was in control and it felt good. 

“I want you.”  At Nick’s startled look, the Sheriff continued, “Actually, I just want the use of you for awhile.”

Nick shook his head and murmured, “I don’t understand.”

The Sheriff’s laugh sounded cold.  “You will service me like you service Grissom.  You will be at my beck and call.”

The Sheriff’s hand moved to his fly and unzipped it.  The sound was incredibly loud to Nick’s ears.  Nick closed his eyes and gently shook his head from side to side.  Mentally trying to block out this entire scene.  This had to be a bad dream, he prayed silently.

“Come over here and suck my dick.”  Nick’s eyes flew open and he gaped stupidly at the man sitting on his couch.

“You’re kidding me.  You can’t do this.  Is this some sort of joke?”  Nick’s fear had turned to anger at the audacity of the man.

“This is no joke, Stokes.  You will do as I say, when I say it, or the pictures get released.”  The Sheriff’s hand had reached into his slacks and pulled out his flaccid penis.  “Now, do we have an understanding?”

Nick just shook his head in denial.  The Sheriff picked up the envelope as he stood.  He tucked his cock back into his pants.  “Prepare yourself and you might want to prepare your boyfriend.” 

The shock Nick felt wore off the minute the Sheriff reached Nick’s front door.

“Wait.”  Nick called weakly.

The Sheriff turned and waited expectantly for Nick to make his decision.

“I’ll….I’ll do whatever….whatever you want.”  Nick was visibly trembling and the Sheriff got a perverse thrill seeing the power he had over the younger man.

“Good.  As long as you do whatever I want, these pictures will be safe.”  The Sheriff walked back towards Nick and tossed the envelope back down on the coffee table.  Once again his hand fumbled with his zipper and he pulled out his cock.  He took a few more steps until he was standing right in front of Nick.  His cock was right at Nick’s eye level.

“Suck me.”  He dropped his hand and Nick’s gaze went to the soft cock hanging out of the fly of the Sheriff’s suit pants.  Nick felt sick to his stomach, but knew he had to control himself for Gil’s sake.  He noted that the Sheriff’s cock was uncircumcised.   He had never had sex with anyone that wasn’t cut before.

Tentatively, Nick leaned forward and took the limp cock into his hand and brought his lips over the head.  Eyes closed tightly, Nick worked his mouth up and down until he felt it grow hard.  Soon the cock in his mouth was fully erect and the foreskin was moving back and forth with the movement of Nick’s mouth. 

“Yeah.  Just like that.  Suck me hard.”  The Sheriff grabbed Nick by the back of the head and began fucking Nick’s mouth.  Nick gagged, but managed to hold himself together.

“Make me come with that sweet mouth.”  The Sheriff’s breathing was harsher and Nick just wanted this whole ordeal to be over with.  He squeezed the base of his cock and applied more suction.

“Oh yeah.  You know how it’s done, don’t you.  Suck it.  Oh yeah, I’m gonna come.  Come in that hot mouth.”  The Sheriff grunted and Nick felt the eruption in his mouth.  Before he could pull back, the other man gripped his head and shoved forward.  “Swallow every drop, don’t you dare get any on my pants.” 

A tear pricked Nick’s eye as he did exactly as he was told. 

“Make sure I’m clean.”  The Sheriff panted, his fingers still gripping a handful of Nick’s hair.

Nick swallowed the last drop of semen and let the spent cock fall from his mouth.  He kept his eyes downcast.  He heard the pants being zipped up and saw the black shoes turn and walk out of his line of sight.  He heard the envelope being picked up from the table and a few seconds later, he heard his front door open and close.

Only then did he let himself breath.  He slowly stood up and went into the bathroom.  He brushed his teeth and rinsed with mouthwash, not once looking in the mirror.  Once he was in his bedroom, he slowly undressed and crawled under the covers. 

His cell phone rang a few minutes later.  He picked it up and checked the screen.  Gil.  It rang two more times before he flipped it open. 

“Hello.”  He said softly.

“Nicky, I’m on my way over, do you want me to stop and pick up anything?”

“No.  No…I’m not feeling well.  I just want to sleep.  I’ll call you tonight.”

“Okay, that’s fine.  Nicky?  Are you sure you don’t need anything?”

“No, nothing.”  Nick clicked the telephone shut and dropped it on the floor.  It landed on the carpet with a thud.  He lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying desperately not to think.  He was like that for over an hour, until he finally fell into a fitful sleep.

Nick woke up in a darkened room.  His alarm clock said 7:30.  He stretched and threw his legs over the edge of the bed to sit up.  Then he remembered.  He raced to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.  He stayed on his knees in front of the toilet until the dry heaves ceased.  Getting slowly to his feet, he grabbed a washcloth and wet it under the faucet.  After washing his face, he stared at himself in the mirror for a long time. 

When he arrived at the crime lab a few hours later, he had himself under control.  If he could bounce back from the Nigel Crane’s of this world, he could handle anything.  He greeted Warrick and Sara in the locker room and soon the three of them were entering the conference room for their assignments.  Nick even managed a smile at Gil. 

The night was a busy one and Nick was lucky that he did not have much time to spend talking to Gil.  Out of everyone in the lab, Gil would be the one to pick up that something was wrong.

His luck ran out right before quitting time.  “Nick.” 

Nick turned from the door to the locker room.  “Oh, hey, Gil.  Busy night, huh?”

“Yes, it was.  Do you want to go to breakfast?  Then I thought we could go to my place to sleep and have a nice dinner tonight.”

“Sounds good.”

When Nick got into his SUV to follow Gil out of the parking lot, his cell phone rang.  He didn’t recognize the number but answered it anyway.

“Stokes.  Come to the Ambassador Hotel, Room 343.  I’ll meet you there in an hour.”

The phone clicked in his ear.  He let his phone fall to his lap.  His hands began to tremble on the steering wheel and a wave of nausea swept over him. Gathering himself, he breathed deeply a few time to calm himself.  He couldn’t let Gil suspect anything was wrong.  If Gil found out about the Sheriff, he would do something stupid to jeopardize both their careers.  He knew he could ride this storm out.  The sheriff was bound to get bored with the whole thing.

Gil pulled into the diner near his house and got out of the Denali.  Nick pulled up right next to him.  He watched his lover get out of his truck, and Gil thought Nick didn’t look like he was feeling to good.

“Nicky, you okay?  Still sick from yesterday?”

“Must be.  I’ll just have a coffee.”  The two men sat and ordered coffee.  Gil also ordered whole wheat toast and fresh fruit. 

“Is it your stomach?  Head?”

“What?”  Nick looked confused.

“I asked was it your stomach or your head.”

“Oh, headache.  Look, Gil, I have an errand to run so I’ll come over later.  We’ll catch some z’s and I’ll help you with dinner.  Kay.”

“Okay.”  Gil looked disappointed.  “Just let yourself in, I’ll probably be asleep when you get there.”

The conversation turned to one of the cases of the night and then to what they wanted for dinner.  Nick promised he go to the grocery store on his way to Gil’s house later that morning. 

Glancing up at the large clock behind the diner’s counter, Nick quickly finished his coffee.

“Okay, babe, the sooner I get these errands taken care of, the sooner I’ll be in bed with you.”  He stood and dropped a few dollars on the table.

“See you later then.”  Gil watched Nick leave the diner and get into his vehicle.  He finished his breakfast a short time later and headed home.  He was so tired, but was looking forward to spending the evening with Nick.

****

Nick parked his SUV behind the Ambassador Hotel.  While not a rat-trap, it wasn’t one of the better hotels either.  It sat a few blocks off the strip and catered to the tourists that didn’t have enough funds to afford one of the bigger hotels.

The elevator was empty and Nick was grateful.  He really didn’t want to face anyone right now, not even a stranger.  He took a deep breath when the doors opened on the third floor and stepped out into the hallway. 

He stopped in front of Room 343 and knocked lightly.  The sheriff opened the door after a few seconds.

“Come on in, Stokes.”  He moved aside to let Nick enter the room.  Nick glanced around.  The room was clean with a king sized bed and dresser being the only furniture.  A television sat on the dresser and Nick noticed it was on CNN. 

“Get undressed.  I want to see you.” 

Nick turned and looked at the older man.  “Please don’t do this.  Look, I’ll give you head again and….”

“Shut up.  Get undressed like you were told.”  The sheriff began unbuttoning his shirt and knowing he didn’t have a choice, Nick did the same.

Nick laid his shirt on the dresser and toed off his shoes and socks.  When he got to the buckle of his belt, he noticed that the sheriff was sitting on the end of the bed watching.  He felt dirty and realized what all the rape victims that he had dealt with over the past few years had felt like.

He slipped his jeans off and left them on the floor.  He slowly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them off.  They joined his pants.

“You work out.  I like that.”  The sheriff rose from the bed and walked the few feet to Nick.  He reached out and ran his hands over Nick’s chest, stopping to tweak one of Nick’s nipples.  Nick gasped in pain.

The sheriff laughed and backed up to finish undressing.  Nick looked down at his feet, no wanting to see.

Nick heard the bed squeak a bit and glanced up in time to see the sheriff lay back with his hands behind his head.  His cock was hard and Nick glanced away.

“Come here and suck me.  Get me real hard.”

Nick slowly moved forward and knelt on the bed.  Knowing he didn’t have a choice and wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, he bent over and took the cock in his hand and brought it to his mouth. 

“Yeah, that’s right.  Suck it.”

Nick felt the sheriff’s hand on the back of his head pushing him further down on his cock.  Nick took as much as he could without gagging.  He was moving faster now, trying to make the sheriff come so it would be over.  But the sheriff had other ideas.

“Slow down.  Lick my balls now.” 

Nick obeyed.  “God, that feels good.”

Nick closed his eyes tightly and tried to imagine it was Gil beneath him and for a few seconds it worked, but then the sheriff’s voice broke into his thoughts. 

“Get up and get the bag out of the bathroom.  Bring it in here.”

Nick got up and walked to the adjoining room where he found a small paper bag.  He brought it out and handed it to the sheriff.  The sheriff sat up and dumped the contents on the bed.  Nick’s knees weakened and he had to lean against the wall.  On the bed were a box of condoms and a small bottle of lubrication.

“Please.  I’ll suck you until you come, just don’t do this.”  Nick’s voice trembled.

“You take it up the ass for Grissom, don’t you?”  Without waiting for an answer, the sheriff whipped his arm out and grabbed Nick’s wrist, tugging him forward and up against his body.  Nick felt the other man’s erection brushing against his flaccid penis.  He recoiled but the sheriff pulled him down onto the bed. 

“If you don’t want those pictures to go out over the internet, you better do everything you can to make me happy.  Understand?”

“Yes.”  Nick said softly. 

“Good, now spread your legs.”

Nick lay back and spread his legs with his knees slightly bent.

The sheriff opened the box of condoms and dumped them on the bed.  He grabbed one and opened it with his teeth.  Once the condom was rolled over his cock, he picked up the bottle of lube and squeezed out some in his hand.  He pushed the cap down and tossed it over to the other side of the bed.  Slicking up this sheathed cock, he smiled down at Nick. 

“Who’s got the bigger dick?  Me or Grissom?”  Nick’s eyes were locked on the hand stroking the large cock. 

“Please, don’t….”

“Tell me.”  The sheriff snapped.

“You.”  Nick whispered.  The sheriff chuckled and leaned forward pushing the head of his cock up against Nick’s tight opening.  Nick closed his eyes.  Gil always used his fingers to get him relaxed before entering him.  He prepared himself for the pain that he knew was coming.

With a grunt, the sheriff pushed in and Nick cried out.  One more push and the sheriff’s cock was deep inside Nick’s body.  Willing himself not to let this man see him cry, Nick bit down on his lower lip and tried to breathe through the pain.

The sheriff gripped the inside of Nick’s thighs with both hands and began to fuck Nick, slowly at first and then harder and faster.  Nick’s body rocked against the bed with each thrust. 

“Oh yeah, so tight.   So fucking tight.”  The sheriff was panting and sweat beaded on his forehead. 

Nick closed his eyes again and felt the sheriff’s hand wrap around his still flaccid cock.  He stroked it a few times and growled down at Nick.

“Get it hard.  You better fucking act like you’re enjoying it.”

Nick shook his head.  “I can’t, please.”

The sheriff pulled out of Nick completely and rammed back in, causing Nick to cry out again.  “Do it.”  He roared at Nick.

Nick took his cock into his hand and began to stroke it slowly.  He closed his eyes again and thought of the last time that Gil was with him.  Gil had licked him and sucked him for a long time and then rimmed him until Nick was begging to be fucked.  Nick felt his cock hardening in his hand and let his hand move faster.

The sheriff watched Nick’s hand moving up and down his cock and he slowed his thrusts.  Slowly, in and out.  He reached down and wrapped his hand around Nick’s balls and lightly squeezed and rubbed them.  Nick groaned and with his eyes still tightly shut, he let his other hand run up his chest and played with his nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.

This really seemed to turn the sheriff on and his thrusts became more shallow and faster. 

“Come, you better come.”  He grunted, giving Nick’s balls another squeeze just as his cock bumped against Nick’s prostate.  Nick groaned and cried out as he ejaculated over his stomach and chest.

“Yes, yes.  You little whore.”  The sheriff grunted and let his body collapse on Nick.

Nick lay there with the sheriff’s weight making it hard to breathe.  He blinked his eyes to hold the tears at bay.  He hated his body for betraying him.  Betraying Gil.

The sheriff rolled off of Nick and slapped his hip.  “That was good.  We’ll do this again soon.  You can have the shower first, my boy.  I’ve got to recover a little before I get up.”  He laughed and scratched his chest.

Without a word, Nick grabbed his underwear and jeans and went into the bathroom.  He shut the door and turned on the taps.  He whimpered when he looked up in the mirror and saw his flushed face and tousled hair.  He had the ‘just fucked’ look that Gil always teased him about after sex. 

Stepping under the shower, he allowed himself to finally let the tears come.  He scrubbed his sore body until he was red and raw.  Only when the water began to run cool, did he get out and dry himself off.  He quickly dressed and opened the door.

“Thought you’d drowned.”  Came the voice from the bed.

“Can I go now?”  Nick asked.

“Sure, I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know where to meet me.”

Nick put on his shirt and tucked it into his jeans.  Then he turned and walked out of the hotel room, letting the door fall shut behind him.

He was tired and sore and just wanted to go home and crawl into bed and wish the world would go away, but he knew that Gil was waiting for him.  Gil would want to make love tonight.  Would he be able to tell that Nick had been with someone else?  Nick quickly tried to remember if the sheriff had left any marks on him.  He didn’t think so, but couldn’t be sure.  He’d have to run home and look before going to Gil’s.

****

Much later that morning, Nick finally arrived at Gil’s house.  He let himself in and took the groceries into the kitchen.  Unpacking them didn’t take long and Nick looked up the stairs towards Gil’s bedroom.  He stood in the center of the room for several moments before taking the first step that would lead him to the man he loved and had betrayed.

THE END.