Title: Come In
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) Darkness Moves, 2) Perfect Deviant, 3) Public Displays, 4) Shared Toys, 5) Hands Tied, 6) Sheer Madness, 7) Manipulation, 8) Enough, 9) The Gospel According To Tony, 10) Whore, 11) Shut Up, 12) Just Don't, 13) Backwards, 14) Alone, 15) One Too Many, 16) Helping Hand
Summary: Greg takes Nick's invitation on coming over.

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Nick tried to stay awake for Greg – but it was just too hard after such a long shift. He laid out snacks and a selection of movies on the coffee table in his living room, and then fell promptly asleep on the couch. He didn't wake again until he heard a gentle tapping on his front door.

"Coming," Nick called, his voice still husky with sleep. He opened the door to a haggard looking Greg.

"Sorry I'm so late, Nicky."

"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad that you came. Come in... Bad day at work?"

Greg nodded without looking at Nick and took off his jacket.

"Let me get that," Nick said, taking the sports coat from Greg. "Well, I've got movies, food, beer, whatever you want."

Greg sighed. "I just want to chill for a bit. Maybe throw on a flick," Greg said, gesturing toward the living room. Nick sat down first and was shocked when Greg sat down directly next to him and laid his head in his lap. Nick stroked Greg's hair as Greg rolled into him, so that his face was more or less directly in Nick's lap.

"G... not that I'm complaining, but your face..." Nick stopped when he heard Greg's gentle snoring. "Is in my crotch," he continued idly to himself. Nick pressed the play button on the DVD that he had set up long before Greg arrived. He tried to focus on the movie, but eventually Greg's hot breath on his crotch was too much to bear – the only thing keeping Greg from a severe eye wound was Nick's confining jeans.

"You have to move," Nick whispered, more to himself than Greg – he knew that Greg was far too exhausted to wake even if Nick had yelled it. Nick slide out from underneath and placed Greg's head gently on a pillow. He rushed to the bedroom to take care of his need.

He immediately went to his secret stash of photographs that he and Greg had taken together. There Greg was – fully erect and horny – one hand on his cock and one hand up his ass. It was Nick's favorite picture – a fact well shown by the wrinkled edges and cum stains.

Nick released his dick from the confines of his jeans and started to tug gently. He kept his eyes focused on the picture and didn't even notice that a hand had joined his own.

"God, you love that picture," Greg whispered hotly into his ear.

"Shit, when did you get up?" Nick asked, finally pulling his eyes away from the photo.

"When you left me alone in the living room. I got cold."

"Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, just I would've thought that if you wanted me so bad, you could've had the real thing and not some old picture," Greg said as he released Nick's dick and started to remove his own clothing. "All you had to do was nudge me awake and we could be fucking on the couch right now. But, no, you had to leave me all alone." Greg had managed to get all of his clothes off and was kneeling on the bed.

Nick tried to climb onto the bed with him, but Greg brushed him away. "You didn't want to fuck on the couch, Nicky. So no fucking on the bed, either. You can sit in the chair and watch."

Nick swallowed and gathered up his pants so that he could walk to the chair. He gave a final look to Greg.

"Strip," Greg commanded.

Nick removed his clothes and sat down. He wanted to touch himself, but he knew well enough to wait. If Greg was going to do what Nick thought he was going to do, Nick didn't want to blow his load too soon.

Greg started by wetting his fingers and circling his nipples, while staring directly into Nick's eyes. "You see how hot you get me, Nicky? I swear I could break my dick off, it's so hard," he half said, half moaned to Nick as he took his cock into his hand.

"Touch yourself, Nick. Let me see."

Nick grabbed the base of his cock and started to stroke upwards, always avoiding the tip. Touching the tip so early on would have been disastrous. "Finger yourself, Greg." For the first time ever, Nick felt comfortable being a part of their game and asking for what he wanted.

"Fuck, yeah," Greg panted out as he leaned over to the nightstand to take out the lube he knew Nick always kept there. He poured a generous amount onto two fingers and then thrust them into himself. "Oh, fucking Christ, Nick!"

Nick couldn't help but let his hand do all the work as he watched Greg's face become concentrated on not cumming too soon. "Greg, stop!" Nick cried.

Greg stopped the frantic moving of the fingers in his ass and looked up at Nick, a sheen of sweat threatening to drip into his eyes. "What?"

"There's a silver metal dildo in the nightstand... Would you?" Nick licked his lips and held the base of his cock firmly.

Greg took the hand off his dick, but left his fingers where they were as he went to grab the dildo from Nick's drawer. "Pretty," he whispered, finally talking out his fingers and starting to lube up the toy. Greg lined it up with his asshole and then leaned into it, gasping as the cold toy breached his hole.

Nick crept up to the bed as Greg had his eyes closed, trying to adjust to the new sensation. Nick kneeled in front of Greg and removed Greg's hand from the dildo and replaced it with his own. Greg whimpered and put his arms around Nick's neck.

"Shh, darling, let me do it," Nick cooed as he started to slip the dildo in and out of Greg. Their dicks were barely touching, but Nick knew that the contact was going to be more than enough for both of them to get off. Nick spread his legs a little further so that he could get in closer to Greg and gain more friction. His hand was moving the toy faster and faster in Greg, and by Greg's moans, Nick knew that he was hitting the bundle of nerves deep within Greg.

"Fuck, Nicky, fuck... so close," Greg panted as he threw his head back and rubbed Nick, hard.

"Yes, Greg..."

Nick heard the strangled cry escape from Greg and felt his body tense. It was followed by warm splashes across his own chest. Nick gently removed the toy and laid Greg down – he didn't want a mistake like before. Straddling above his lover, Nick used Greg's cum as lube as he furiously fisted his own cock, Greg leaned up just in time to catch Nick's spray in his mouth.

"Mmm, protein," Greg muttered after he swallowed. Nick could see his eyes growing heavy again.

"I love you, weirdo."

"Love you," Greg said softly.

"I'll see you after work," Nick said kissing Greg's forehead before going to shower and dress.

....

Nick waited with Warrick for Catherine to come out of her office and give them their assignments. She was flustered and impatient by the time she got there.

"Oh, my two favorite guys. So, I've got an assault at Stripperama and a trash run at Flamingo and Koval. I'm too busy to play favorites, so duke it out," she said quickly before disappearing back into her office.

Nick shook his fist at Warrick, "Duke it out. Boy! Better flip a coin. I'll hurt you," he said laying down his arms and digging in his pocket for a coin.

"Yeah, you better flip that coin," Warrick replied to Nick's antics.

"Call it in the air."

"Heads."

Nick looked down at the coin – heads.

"Have fun at the trash run," Warrick teased goodheartedly.

"You know, I'd do two out of three, but you got a gambling problem," Nick joked back.

Nick motioned to Warrick to stop, "No, hey, you know what?" he asked as he held up the offending coin. "You keep this. It's bad luck."

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Next story in series - Anything Can Happen.