Learning By Doing

Fandom: CSI: Vegas, slash
Pairing: Nick Stokes/Greg Sanders
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Any of the list archives, fine. Anyone else, please ask.
Feedback: Yes, please! Constructive criticisms welcomed as well as ego stroking.
E-mail address for feedback: dragnmuse@hotmail.com
Series/Sequel: Sequel to What Greg Doesn't Know
Disclaimers: I've borrowed from CBS, William Petersen, Jerry Bruckheimer, and anyone else who own the copyright to the characters, dialog, story and pretty much everything. I make no profit from this, just having a good time.
Summary: Pretty much PWP, but there is a bit of Greg teaching Nick about something other than science.
Spoilers: Everything through 'Slaves of Las Vegas' is fair game.

Thanks a ton to my two betas, ChildeOfDarla and Tayla; they were great at pointing out my mistakes, tighting up my prose and answering all my questions. Thanks also to ChildeOfDarla for recommding I expand on Greg?s angst, and to Tayla for encouraging Greg to be more vocal in his pleasure.

Greg was completely stunned. He couldn?t form a coherent thought, and he couldn?t look away from the closed door. His heart was still beating much faster than normal, and he couldn?t catch his breath. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his body, and there was a rushing in his ears.

Suddenly, Greg heard voices from outside; the day shift was arriving. As the door opened, he found himself able to move again. He stood up straight and unclenched the counter, reaching for his book bag. Swinging it onto his shoulder, he was barely aware of the tingling in his hand as blood returned to it, or the sharp red line across his palm from the edge. He hurried out into the hall, for once glad that it was so long, and hoped that Nick was moving slowly.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Nick at the end of the hall, just about to go into the lobby. "Hey, Nick! Wait up a minute, man," he called.

Nick stopped and turned back. Greg half jogged, half walked down the hall to meet up with him. *Ok, you got his attention, what now?* It still didn?t feel like he had completely gotten his breath back, and he tried not to pant as he said, "Hey, you wanna get a bite to eat or something?"

He waited, hoping that Nick wouldn?t brush him off. He didn?t want to hope for too much, but he figured that a meal was a good start. *Please, just let him say yes. Let him say that it wasn?t a mistake.*

Nick looked at him, his expression unreadable. "I?m beat; it was a long day. I think I?ll just go home and go to bed." he said.

Greg felt like he had been kicked in the stomach, but he tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice as he replied. "Oh....Ok." He squared his shoulders and turned away. *I. Will. Not. Scream. I. Will. Not. Beg. I. Will. Not. Cry. I. Will. Turn. Around. And. Walk. Down. The. Hall. And. Go.
Out. The. Side. Door.* Greg said the words to himself individually, concentrating on each one, trying to settle his nerves and calm his queasy stomach.

He didn?t look behind to see if Nick was still standing there as he walked back down the hall the other way. It would take him a few more minutes to reach his car by going out the side door, but Greg was glad for the extra time; it meant that Nick would have already left before he got there. Then he would have all day to compose himself before having to see Nick that evening. He walked slowly, trying not to drag his feet, but not really caring that much. He swallowed hard and tried to keep from drifting to thoughts of what could have happened. Despite his best efforts to let his mind go blank, he pictured Nick?s face in the lab, the last words he?d said running over and over, like a broken record or a music loop, "I need you, Greg."

Suddenly, Greg stopped, dead in the hallway. *I can?t just let this go. I?ve got to try one more time, if only to know where I stand.* He turned around again quickly and glanced back down the hallway. Nick was nowhere to be seen.

Greg took off at a run down the hallway, narrowly avoiding running over Dr. Robbins. He just nodded to the coroner as he rounded the corner and skidded into the lobby. He spotted Nick just walking out the door, then hurried across the lobby and barrelled through the front doors himself. He called out to Nick, at the bottom of the stairs already, "Nick, hold up a minute. I need to ask you something."

Nick stopped and turned around, waiting for Greg to take the last few steps.

Greg caught up with him and, taking a deep breath, started talking. "I can?t go home this morning without knowing just where we stand. You were right, about everything. But, now I?m confused. I just want to be clear, you're not regretting what just happened are you? I'll just forget about it if you would rather...." He tried to speak slowly and evenly, but still his words came out rushed. Greg knew he was probably babbling, but he couldn?t stop til he had asked. He didn?t want to forget about the kiss and everything that Nick had said, but what if Nick did?

Nick's face was still unreadable as he replied, "No. I didn't say that, did I?"

Greg stammered. "No.... No, you didn't say that. Sorry, man. I just thought....." *Yeah, this is going smoothly. How much more pain do I have to put myself through?*

Finally, Nick smiled slightly, "And, I didn't say that I had to go to bed alone. Or that I wanted to."

*Wha...? Did he just say....?* Greg couldn't help the grin that split his face as it dawned on him what Nick was offering. The feeling of dread lifted and he felt on top of the world. Suddenly nothing else seemed important. Nothing but accepting the offer.

"So, should I follow you, or shall we take your car?" *YES! WAHOO!*

Greg's grin was infectious; Nick grinned back as he said, "How 'bout you follow me; that just makes the most sense for later."

Greg couldn't even think about later. Or, more later than about 20 minutes from now. He wasn't even sure he could make it _that_ long. If Nick didn't start moving soon, he was going to kiss him again right here in front of the building; no matter who was watching.

Nick turned back towards the parking lot and Greg followed, trying to act cool; as if he was not going to have his fantasies fulfilled this morning. *Right. Act cool. Sure, that?s easy for you to say, that little nagging voice of reason. The body is on hypersensitive. I can?t think straight. I can?t think of more than the memory of Nick?s lips on mine. Wow!* He followed Nick to the parking lot. "I?m just over there," he pointed out.

Nick looked where Greg was pointing."The KIA Sportage?"

*KIA Sportage? Oh, yeah, I see it.* "Heck no! That?s an overgrown roller skate. Mine?s the VW Rabbit about half way down the row."

"Good," Nick said, looking relieved. "I?m not sure I could talk to you again if you drove that car," he teased.

Greg smiled and pointed to a different row. "And, the black SUV over there is yours, right?"

Nick nodded. "I?ll wait for you at the end of the parking lot. It?s only about 15 minutes to my place."

"Ok, I?ll see you there." Greg gave him one last grin and turned towards his car, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

Greg met up with Nick at the end of the parking lot. As he followed the SUV, he realized Nick was a good leader. He hated it when he had to follow someone and the lead driver made it difficult: either going way to slow, or leaving him behind.

Greg tried to concentrate on the SUV in front of him, but his mind kept drifting to a fantasy of what Nick?s place would look like and what Nick would do to him once he got there. He tried turning on the radio, but after flipping through all the stations on the dial and not finding anything he liked, Greg turned it off again. The radio obviously wasn?t going to distract him. This time, when he found his mind drifting into the fantasy, he let it go.

*The Master stops his car; steps out. The Slave sees boots first and then the rest as the Master comes closer. The Slave can?t tell what the Master is thinking; his face shows no expression. The Slave can?t even see his Master?s eyes through the dark glasses. The Master orders the Slave to step out of the car. He the orders the Slave to turn around, and slips a blindfold over the Slave?s eyes. The Master takes the Slave by the arm, firmly leading him forward. The Slave stops as he feels the pressure on his arm abate, and hears the jangle of keys. The Master says nothing; takes the Slave by the arm again, as the Slave hears the door open. He starts walking again, yielding to the direction of the Master. Suddenly, the Master growls for him to stop, and pulls off the blindfold. The Slave blinks in the sudden brightness and then looks around. He sees walls draped in red silk, the windows blocked. In the center of the room stands a large, four-poster bed. The bed is made with black silk sheets, and restraints hang from the posts. On a small side table sits the Master?s whip. The Slave feels weak in the knees and he breathes ?Master...?

The Master shoves the Slave roughly, pushing him towards the bed. ?Quiet, Slave. No one said you could speak. Get on the bed. Be quick now!? The Slave rushes to comply, eager to obey?*

Suddenly, Greg was jolted from his fantasy when he realized that Nick had stopped. He looked over and saw that they had pulled up in front of an apartment complex. *Hmm, looks nice enough. Wonder if there is any silk in there....* Greg grinned as he turned off the car and stepped out.

Nick smiled and waited for Greg to join him. "Hey, that?s a pretty nice car, man. Wouldn?t have thought it was what you went for, but I like it."

Greg shrugged. "Well, I got it at a police auction. The previous owner souped it up; added all kinds of extras. It runs great, and it looks great. Besides, how can you go wrong with a car named after an animal that delivers eggs once a year?" He winked at Nick, who laughed.

"You?re nuts, you know that?" He shook his head.

Greg nodded. "Yeah, it?s part of my charm."

Nick smiled and leaned closer. "Your charm is only one of the things I like about you. I really like your lips too," he whispered, right next to Greg?s ear. Greg gulped and Nick continued, "Let?s get inside, and I?ll show you just how much I like those lips."

Greg?s mouth was suddenly dry and he swallowed, nodding.

He followed Nick up to the third floor. Nick turned the key and opened the door, holding it wide and motioning for Greg to step inside. "Well, here?s my place," he said.

Greg took a look around. The door opened onto the living room. Walls and carpet in neutral beige that was standard issue in apartments. Entertainment center against the opposite wall; it looked like it had everything. Nice wood futon, beanbag chair, low wood coffee table with glass top and shelf underneath, several car magazines. Two framed posters of Ansel Adams prints on the walls. Blinds pulled over what Greg assumed were the doors to the balcony. The living room led into a dining room; plain oak table, four chairs. Computer desk in the corner; full computer with printer and scanner. Also a bookcase that looked pretty full.

Greg nodded, impressed. It wasn?t a Master?s den, but then it wasn?t uncomfortable either. Greg could imagine someone being very content here.

Nick scratched his ear, ducking his head a bit. "It?s not the most fancy place, but I call it home."

"I like it. It looks...cheerful."

Nick looked up at him. "Cheerful?"

"I was going to say comfortable, but I wasn?t sure how you would take that."

"Oh." Nick still looked puzzled, but then he shrugged. "Well, the bedroom is back here, I guess that?s where we should go...." He started to walk towards the back of the apartment.

Greg reached out and grabbed Nick?s shoulder. "Wait a minute. Don?t go so fast," he said, his heart beating quickly again, his hands shaking.

Nick turned around, and Greg let his hand fall to his side. Nick regarded Greg for a moment, then smiled slightly and replied, "I?m sorry, did you have something else in mind?"

Greg stepped forward and reached out. He took Nick?s hand and pulled him closer. "Yeah, I did," he said. Grinning, he leaned toward Nick, and closing his eyes, pressed his lips to Nick?s.

Once more, Greg felt overwhelmed. Everything around him seemed to disappear and he was only aware of the kiss. He didn?t even realize that Nick had let go of his hand, until he felt fingers buried in his hair. Nick quickly took control, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue into Greg?s willing mouth. As he felt Nick?s other arm around him, pulling him close, Greg brought his arms up to hold Nick as well. They stood like that for a moment, clinging to each other, their tongues intertwining. Greg heard a moan and thought it could have been him, but he wasn?t sure. He felt Nick?s arm drop slightly, and a hand fall into his back jeans pocket. Nick pulled Greg even closer, pressing him between hand and hips. Greg felt his own arousal as he pressed back.

Greg heard another moan, but this time he knew it was him as Nick released his mouth and stepped back half a step. He opened his eyes and looked into Nick?s. Nick stared back at him, pupils dilated, lips parted slightly; breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Greg moved his eyebrows slightly, asking what was up. Nick swallowed and replied, "I?ve...never done this before."

Greg smiled and said, "Me neither. But, you?re doing a great job so far."

Nick shook his head slightly. "I?ve been thinking about this all day. But, what if I do something you don?t like?"

Greg thought for a moment, very aware that he still stood with Nick?s arms around him, Nick?s hand in his back pocket. He leaned forward and kissed Nick lightly on the lips, before replying. "At this point, you haven?t done anything I don?t like...except stop. So, just kiss me again and let instinct take over; just do what feels right."

He still seemed a bit reluctant, but Greg didn?t give him a chance to think about it for long. He pulled Nick close again, and kissed him. This time it was Greg who took the initiative, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. He arched his hands, digging his fingers into Nick?s back; pulling the other man even closer. As Greg moved his hands, lightly scratching at tight muscles through the black tee shirt, Nick again took control. He cupped Greg?s head in his free hand, exerting slight pressure with his fingers, enough to bend Greg?s head back a bit. He aggressively claimed Greg?s mouth, sucking in his tongue, and nibbling gently on his lower lip. At the same time, Nick used his other hand, still in Greg?s back pocket, to pull Greg hips forward, gaining leverage to grind himself against the other man.

Greg felt like his body was on fire. There was the burning heat from Nick?s assault on his lips, which was swept up in a larger flame from where Nick?s body pressed against him, converging in a bonfire at his hips. Sure, he had made out before, but this was the first time there was something to push back against. He couldn?t tell if it was just because he hadn?t wanted anyone like this in a long time, or if it was the pure feel of Nick?s hardness against his that was driving him crazy. Whatever - it was blissful torment.

Suddenly, Greg stumbled, feeling the edge of the coffee table against his calf. He grabbed onto Nick?s shoulders to keep from falling and Nick laughed. "I guess we really should take this into the bedroom before one of us gets hurt," he said.

Greg grinned sheepishly. "Not a bad idea. Lead on McDuff."

Nick grinned and took Greg?s hand. He led him through the dining room, past the kitchen, and into the bedroom. Greg only had a moment to notice the room: there wasn?t any red silk hung over the window, just an ordinary shade, and the bed had a solid looking wood headboard, with no footboard. He couldn?t tell what the sheets were made of, not shiny like silk or satin, but that was all he saw before Nick grabbed him again and started kissing him.

Greg didn?t notice that they were getting closer to the bed; he was too preoccupied with Nick?s tongue in his mouth and Nick?s arms around him. Suddenly, Greg felt the backs of his knees against the edge of the bed and he again grabbed at Nick to keep from falling. Instead of helping, however, Nick fell with him, carefully, landing on top of Greg. Nick broke off the kiss and grinned down at Greg. "Ok?" he asked.

Greg just nodded and licked his lips. Nick was so beautiful above him. *Beautiful? Not a word to describe a man, but...well, it?s the only word that comes to mind.* That was the last thought he had as Nick?s lips encountered his neck.

Nick slowly kissed his way from Greg?s collar to his ear. Then he trailed his lips back the other way, flicking his tongue out to leave a shivery trail over Greg?s neck. He propped himself on one arm and with the other hand, reached up to undo Greg?s top button. "Why do you have your shirt
buttoned up all the way anyway, hmmm? Don?t you know it makes it harder for me to do this?" He spoke low, letting his voice stay deep. Greg felt it all the way to his groin, as if it were Nick?s voice caressing him and not his mouth. As Nick finished his question, he popped the button free and lowered his mouth again. He quickly found Greg?s pulse point, latching on for a moment. Greg squirmed, trying to...do something. Nick pulled back once more and looked down at him. Greg opened his eyes and looked back.

"Most men don?t have that sensitive a neck, but I guess there is always an exception, huh?" Nick asked.

Greg nodded, and tried to pull Nick close. He pushed his hips up, trying to get the other man to press back. He just wanted that fantastic sensation again. But, Nick wasn?t going for it. "What are you trying to do, Greg?"

Greg shrugged and stopped moving. He didn?t want to answer, he wanted Nick to keep teasing him. It looked like Nick was going to comply. He rolled slightly, shifting so Greg was taking more of his weight. He pressed his hips down against Greg?s, then shifted slightly upward. Greg felt the
contact again; his hard cock rubbing against Nick?s. Nick smiled and asked, "Is that what you want? Feels good, doesn?t it?" Greg dug his fingers into Nick?s back, thrusting up against the other man. He nodded, knowing that Nick was enjoying it too.

"Nick, I..." He looked up, meeting Nick?s eyes.

Nick trailed his hand up from where it rested on Greg?s chest to gently stroke Greg?s face. He whispered "What, Greg? What do you want?"

Greg raised his head slightly and kissed his way along Nick?s jawline. He felt the roughness of new beard under his lips and he trembled. He reached Nick?s ear and lightly traced his tongue around the edge. Nick ducked his head slightly, giving Greg better access. His head was all he moved; Greg could still feel Nick?s fingers on the side of his face. Greg gently took Nick?s earlobe between his lips, just barely sucking before carefully taking the sensitive skin between his teeth. Greg pulled slightly, and heard Nick gasp. He felt the other man shift his hips again; Greg took that as a signal to continue.

As he continued to trace Nick?s ear with his tongue, occasionally biting down gently on the earlobe, Greg whispered in Nick?s ear. "What do I want? I?ve wanted this for a long time. You have no idea how many times I have studied this same ear. But, let me tell you what I really want." He released Nick?s ear and kissed his way down Nick?s chin again. When he met Nick?s lips, he lightly kissed them and then pulled back. "Nick, I want you. I want you to stop teasing me and make me glad I came." Greg grinned and then couldn?t refrain from adding, "Speaking of coming, I think we should do that too." Greg wasn?t sure how far to take it. He didn?t want to start talking really dirty and have it end up being the wrong thing to say.

Nick moaned and once again lowered his lips to Greg?s. He kissed him hard and fast and then released his mouth. "Scoot up on the bed a bit, we?re hanging off the end."

Greg wasn?t even aware that they were until Nick said something. He almost moaned when he felt Nick move, but then he realized Nick wasn?t going far. Greg moved up on the bed, stopping when he felt his head resting on a pillow. Nick followed him and leaned down to claim his neck again. At the same time, he brought his hand up, burying his fingers in Greg?s hair, as he explored Greg?s neck from ear to ear. After a few moments of this, Greg was moaning and squirming again.

Nick broke off his attack on Greg?s neck to sit up. He quickly pulled off his shoes and threw them to the floor, then leaned over to pull off Greg?s as well. He stretched out next to Greg again, leaning against him, but not on top of him. Greg whimpered, wanting Nick on top of him. Nick just smiled and started to undo Greg shirt buttons.

As he worked his way down Greg?s chest, opening the buttons, he trailed his lips over the exposed skin. Greg was reeling from the sensation. First was the slow pop of the button through the fabric, then the brush of skin against skin before the heat of Nick?s breath, and warm wetness of his lips.
Occasionally, Nick flicked his tongue as well, sending tingles down Greg?s chest. Finally, Nick undid the last button and pushed the shirt open wide. He smiled and leaned down once more, this time running his tongue up the center of Greg?s chest and then down again, all the way to his belt. Greg was moaning, grabbing the sheets on either side of him.

Nick grinned, and motioned for him to sit up. Greg shifted, coming to an upright position, as Nick leaned over to take the shirt off of him completely. He threw it aside and turned back to look at Greg. Raking his eyes over Greg, from waist to collarbone, his gaze finally came to rest on Greg?s eyes. He whistled. "Man, you should wear tee shirts. Those polka dots do _not_ do you justice."

Greg blushed, and brought his arms up in front of him. Nick shook his head and put a hand out to push him back down on the bed. "No way. You don?t get to cover up this great body. Lie down. I want to see what happens..." As he spoke, he pushed Greg back against the pillows and lowered his head over Greg?s chest again. As he finished speaking, he connected with skin, gently closing his lips around Greg?s nipple.

Greg gasped and arched his body into Nick?s mouth. The sensation was fantastic. Nick looked up at him, moving slightly to make eye contact. Without moving his lips, Nick flicked his tongue out and over the nipple. Greg let go of the sheet, grabbing at Nick?s shoulders, trying to pull Nick?s shirt off.

As Greg tugged at the fabric, managing to pull if free of Nick?s jeans but not much else, Nick moved, trailing his tongue across Greg?s chest to his other nipple. Greg had no idea he was so sensitive. Once again he wondered if this was just desire or if he truly had never been with anyone who could make him feel this way. *I guess there is something to be said for only another man understanding exactly what is good-* Greg cried out as he felt Nick?s teeth on his sensitive skin. *Oh, my, God!*

Suddenly, the feeling was gone. Greg opened his eyes and looked at Nick. "Too much?" Nick asked.

Greg vehemently shook his head. "Oh, no. That was awsome! But, since you?ve stopped, can you do me a favor?"

Nick, suddenly looking serious, replied, "Anything, what is it?"

Greg tugged again at Nick?s shirt and said, "Take this off."

Nick grinned and sat up. He pulled the shirt over his head and Greg just stared. He reached out and ran and finger down Nick?s chest, stopping at his belt. "Well, I guess I?m not the only one who has a great body," he said, grinning.

Nick blushed and smiled. "No, but you?re the only one who is hiding it."

Greg looked him right in the eye, and cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, so are you saying that you?re constantly showing off? Huh?"

Nick shook his head. "Nah, I just like to be comfortable. But, I think you interrupted me." He moved to kiss Greg?s chest again, but Greg stopped him.

"Not so fast. My turn." Then, before Nick could say anything, Greg lowered his mouth to Nick?s chest, quickly but gently pulling a nipple into his mouth. Nick moaned and reached his hand up to pull Greg?s head closer. Following Nick?s earlier example, Greg moved across Nick?s chest to his
other nipple.

Suddenly, Nick pulled back, away from Greg?s mouth and pushed him back on the bed. He dropped his mouth to Greg?s, kissing him deeply, hard for a second, before pulling away. He looked up and met Greg?s eyes. "You look so great out of you shirt, I can?t wait to see how great you look out of your pants." He grinned and Greg just shivered.

Nick quickly dropped his hands and pulled at Greg?s belt. It only took him a moment to undo the buckle and pop the button. Greg lifted his hips as Nick slipped the jeans off and to the floor. Nick smiled again and remarked, "Somehow I guessed you wear boxers." Greg shrugged and started to pull them down too. Nick slapped his hand away. "Not quite yet. Instinct, remember? Right now, all I want to do is...."

Greg thought that Nick was learning fast with this trick. Let the sentence trail off and then do something fantastic with your mouth. This time was no exception. Nick dropped his head and ran his tongue around the edge of Greg?s boxers, just above the waistband. Then, he moved down on the bed and blazed a trail up Greg?s legs, from his ankle to the cuff of his boxers. Greg was majorly squirming by the time Nick reached the cuff of his second leg. Nick flicked his tongue at the edge of the cloth, moving it aside and kissing the exposed skin lightly. Greg was going crazy. Usually this light kind of touch just annoyed him, but this time it was setting him on fire. He wondered how much more of this he could stand. He?d never come without direct contact before, but he wasn?t so sure there couldn?t be a first time. *On the other hand, as soon as he took off my shirt, his mouth was on me. I wonder if he?ll do the same thing when he takes off my boxers? Oh, please, yes!*

Finally, Nick stopped his teasing and pulled off Greg?s boxers. As the air blew over him, Greg shivered. He waited, hoping that Nick would....

His thoughts were interrupted when Nick smiled. "I was right. You look even better out of your pants." Then, Nick looked up at Greg, a question on his face. "I?ve never done this before, so if I mess up, let me know. Ok?"

Greg stared at him and arched his back slightly. "I promise that I?ll say something. Please.... Nick..."

Nick smiled and carefully lowered his mouth over Greg. Greg moaned loudly as the warmth encircled him. After a moment, Greg realized that Nick wasn?t moving and he put his hand down to cup Nick?s head. He looked down and met the other man?s eyes. "Do what you would want done to you. Instinct, remember?"

Nick looked puzzled, then winked and started to move. He moved his mouth up and down a few times, coating Greg with wetness. Then he brought his hand up and set up a rhythm with his hand and mouth. Greg was in heaven. The fantasies he?d had about this were nothing compared to the reality. But, he wanted more.

Greg gently pushed Nick away. Nick looked at Greg, a puzzled expression on his face. Greg smiled and said, "Take your pants off. My turn."

Nick grinned and quickly stood up. He undid his belt and had started to undo the button, when Greg pushed his hands away, shaking his head. Nick dropped his hands to the other man?s shoulders. Greg undid the button and leaned over to take the zipper pull in his teeth. "I?ve always wanted to try this," he muttered. As it turned out, it was harder than he thought, and he ended
up having to assist with his hand. However, from the moan above him and the tightened grip on his shoulders, he didn?t think Nick minded. He took this opportunity to run the back of his hand over Nick?s cock, hard thorough the thick fabric of the jeans. Not so thick that he couldn?t feel Nick jump slightly under his hand as he clenched his muscles involuntarily. Greg smirked and slipped the jeans over Nick?s hips to the floor.

Nick stepped out of the puddle of denim and grinned down at Greg. Greg licked his lips and said, roughly, "Did anyone ever tell you how sexy boxer-briefs are?"

Nick leaned down and kissed him lightly before answering. "Never with desire so thick in their voice."

Greg quickly pulled Nick?s underwear down, deciding to admire him more later. He had more pressing matters to attend to now. With Nick still standing in front of him, Greg held Nick?s hips with both hands, then leaned forward and took Nick in his mouth. He had never done this before either, but he tried to remember every awesome trick he?d ever had done to him. As the memories came back to him, he tried every one on Nick.

Greg opened his mouth wide, then lowered his lips as much as he could over Nick?s hard cock. He closed his lips and slowly pulled back, creating suction along Nick?s entire length. He did this a few times, each time a bit harder and faster. Greg heard Nick gasp, then moan out load, as he tightened his grip on Greg?s shoulders.

Greg switched his grip, leaving one hand on Nick?s hip and wrapping the other around the base of his cock. Just as Nick had done, he set up a rhythm, using his hand to fill in where his mouth had left. This time, when he reached the tip, he stopped. He maintained suction around just the tip of Nick?s cock, while running his hand up and down the shaft. Every few strokes, he would flick his tongue over the tip, hitting the sensitive spot just underneath.

Nick moaned loudly, his legs shaking. "Greg, that feels fantastic. But, I don?t think I can stay standing much longer."

Greg gently let Nick fall from his mouth and stood. He kept one hand on Nick?s hip, guiding the other man back a step so that he could stand. Then, he leaned over and kissed Nick deeply, plunging his tongue into Nick?s mouth, and sucking in his tongue.

Greg put his arm around Nick, pulling him down on the bed. Their lips stayed locked for a moment more before Nick started kissing a trail down Greg?s chest to his waist, where he once again took Greg in his mouth.

Greg shifted, pushing at Nick until the other man understood what he was trying to do. Nick stretched out next to Greg, opposite him, in the 69 position. Greg had always liked this position and this time was no exception. He carefully started where he had left off, sucking Nick into his mouth and alternating his tongue and hand to make Nick moan. Nick followed his lead. When Greg sucked in, Nick followed. It felt so fantastic to have a cock in his mouth while his own was being sucked. Greg couldn?t think of anything he wanted more right then. Suddenly, Nick tried something different. He gently dropped Greg from his mouth, then lowered his lips to Greg?s balls. Greg was overcome with sensation as Nick gently took them in his mouth and rolled them around, while at the same time running a hand up and down Greg?s shaft.

Nick continued for a moment more before running his tongue up the slight ridge underneath Greg?s cock; coming to the tip and flicking his tongue. On the downstroke, he switched to using his lips to suck sideways along the ridge. Greg tried to do the same to Nick, but he found himself approaching the edge. Nick understood and swung around again, settling between Greg?s legs. Greg rolled to lie on his back, looking down his body at Nick?s face over him.

Greg found himself reaching one arm up to wrap around the pillow under his head, while the other hand clutched the sheets. Some part of his brain registered that the sheets bunched under his fingers, just like a tee shirt. He wanted to explore that thought, but just then Nick used his teeth on him. Greg cried out and arched his back, thrusting his hips upward and clenching his eyes shut. He had thought that teeth weren?t a good thing, but when they were brushed so lightly like that....the knowledge that Nick could cause pain but was instilling so much pleasure instead almost sent Greg over the edge; he was close, but not quite there yet.

He grasped for the pillow with his left arm, his hand brushing against the headboard. Greg hadn?t noticed it earlier, but now he realized that Nick?s bed had bars. Bars just the right size to wrap your hand around. He opened his eyes and looked down at Nick. Nick grinned. "Aren?t they great? Hold on tight, I?m going to give you one hell of a ride."

Greg didn?t doubt it as Nick once again took him in his mouth. Greg was losing all sense of where he was as everything disappeared except for him and Nick, although he was acutely aware of every inch of his body: his right hand grasped the sheets, his left wrapped around Nick?s headboard; his back arched, hips thrust upward; his cock deep in Nick?s mouth, tip in Nick?s throat, and *god!* Nick swallowing *that feels so good*; Nick?s hand cupping his balls, one finger pressed into the skin underneath - hard *didn?t know that would feel this good*; Nick?s other hand, *oh, my god!* running up his chest and coming to rest on his nipple; Nick?s fingers rubbing across his chest to his other nipple; back to Nick?s other hand holding him, pressing into him; Nick?s mouth around him.....

Greg didn?t even realize how loud he was being. There were no words, just moans and gasps. They steered Nick where to go. Greg lay there, his eyes shut, head thrown back, hands in fists so tight the knuckles were turning white. He was getting close. It all blurred into one sensation; he could no longer distinguish one part of himself from another as he climbed higher. His breathing grew ragged; he gasped for air. His legs shook, then suddenly grew stiff as his whole body tensed, and he went over the edge. He screamed, all his muscles contracting, all sensation concentrating on his cock exploding in Nick?s mouth. He was only barely aware of lips still locked around him, as Nick swallowed every drop.

When the wave was over, Nick still didn?t let him go. Once again, he thought *never would have known I?d like this,* but there was Nick, slowly, oh so slowly, talking his entire cock in his mouth, and then slowly pulling back, the gentle motion helping him come down from the peak without the abrupt loss of warmth from a mouth removed immediately. After a moment, Nick didn?t take him in again, instead, he kissed his way up Greg?s stomach to his chest. He placed a light kiss on Greg?s mouth. "Good?"

Greg grinned, still catching his breath. "Oh, yeah. _Very_ good."

Nick stood carefully. "I?ll be right back. I?m going to get a drink of water."

He came back into the room a moment later carrying a large glass of water. Greg watched him move across the room. He was gorgeous. Everything was the way it was supposed to be. Sculpted shoulders, chest, strong legs....Greg moved over slightly as Nick sat down on the edge of the bed. He held out the glass and Greg rolled over on his side, then leaning on his elbow, took the
glass. He took a gulp then set it on the bedside table.

"Well, that was wonderful. And, I have to admit that I enjoyed watching you walk across the room. But, there is only one thing wrong."

Nick looked puzzled. "Wrong? I don?t follow."

Greg kissed Nick?s shoulder. "Oh, it was fantastic. I don?t remember the last time I came that hard. But, I was the only one who came. I can?t just leave you." Nick blushed as Greg continued. "Believe me, as beautiful as you were walking across the room, it was obvious that one of us still isn?t done." Nick ducked his head, grinning self consciously.

Greg thought for a moment, then decided to go out on a limb, hoping he was right. "I would love to suck you off, but if you?ll let me, I?ve got a better idea."

Nick looked at him, a question on his face. Greg continued carefully, "Have you ever had anal sex?"

Greg could tell Nick was trying to respond, but nothing was coming out. Finally he managed, "I don?t think....I mean, I would rather you suck me than...than be inside me." He took a deep breath, avoiding looking at Greg.

Greg kissed his shoulder again. He spoke softly. "Nick, I meant the other way around. I don?t want to push you, but I would love to have you inside me. If you?ve never done it before, I promise it?s tighter than anything you?ve ever felt before."

Nick looked at him, studying his face. After a moment he spoke. "I thought you said you had never been with a man before."

Greg met his gaze squarely. "I haven?t. But, I have experimented with a woman before. And with myself. That?s how I know that you will enjoy it, and I know I will too."

Nick studied him for a moment more. Greg waited, hoping that the look on Nick?s face meant he was considering it. Finally, Nick nodded. "Ok, how do we do this?"

Greg smiled. "Well, we?ll need a towel, and lots of lube."

Nick looked worried and said, "A towel? This isn?t going to be....gross...is it?"

Greg tried hard not to laugh; Nick looked so upset. "Man, you can look at dead bodies and blood spatters all day and you?re asking if a little lubricant is going to be gross? No, it won?t be gross; I?m clean. But, any time you use copious amounts of lubrication, it?s always a good idea to have
a towel nearby."

Nick grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, you?re right. I?ll be right back." He left the room for a moment and when he returned, he carried a large, but obviously old, beach towel. Greg nodded his approval.

"Ok. Do you have a condom? You won?t get anything from me, I promise, but you will probably feel more comfortable if you wear one." Nick nodded and reached under the bed. He came up with a large bottle of lubricant and a box of condoms. He started to open the box, but Greg took it from him gently.

"The important thing to remember here is that you just follow my lead. Let me take it at my own pace, and I?ll let you know when to go deeper, or faster. Ok?" Nick nodded again, and Greg smiled.

He took one condom from the box and put the rest of the box aside. He motioned for Nick to stretch out, face up, on the bed. Nick moved to comply. Greg leaned over him and again took him in his mouth. He slowly moved Nick in and out of his mouth, distracting the other man as he ripped open the condom and pulled it from the wrapper. Nick moaned softly as Greg moved to kiss his thigh.

Slowly, Greg unrolled the condom onto Nick. When he finished, he leaned over and kissed Nick softly on the lips. Nick ran his hand down the side of Greg?s face and kissed him back.

Greg broke off the kiss a bit reluctantly. "Ok. I think this will be easier if I?m on my hands and knees. Gives you easier access." Nick nodded and got up from the bed. Greg quickly unfolded the towel, then spread it so that it was in the center of the bed. Next, he climbed back on the bed and
positioned himself on the towel. Nick climbed up on the bed and kneeled behind him.

Nick squeezed some lube into his hand. He spread it on himself, and then squeezing a bit more from the bottle, rubbed it on Greg.

When Nick?s fingers touched him, he gasped. *Wow* "That feels good!" he moaned. He sighed in contentment and leaned forward a bit more, resting his forehead on his arms. Nick continued to rub him, spreading the lube over him. His fingers stayed outside, just grazing over the taut skin. Greg enjoyed the sensation for a moment, feeling himself get harder again, before he said, "That?s great. But," he looked over his shoulder and smiled at Nick, "I want something bigger."

Nick looked at him. "Should I use a finger?"

Greg shook his head. "I guess that works for some. I don?t find it helps, just makes it worse somehow. No, just go straight to your cock. But, slowly." Greg heard Nick moan and he smiled to himself. *I?ll expand his horizons yet.*

Nick inched closer, bringing his tip to Greg?s opening. He squeezed a bit more lube on the end of the condom and touched himself to Greg. Greg sighed and leaned back a tiny little bit, applying pressure. "Ok, now hold still, and let me move. Just add more lube if you think we need it."

Nick held still, watching as Greg moved his hips back slightly. He rested his hands lightly on those hips, steadying himself as he was careful to let Greg be in control. Greg slowly backed himself onto Nick, a quarter inch at a time, pushing on and then pulling off again. After a minute or so, he
pushed just enough to take the tip of Nick?s cock inside him. Greg stopped, just holding himself still, getting used to the feeling. He glanced over his shoulder, and saw Nick was staring at the juncture of their two bodies. Greg whispered, "Penny for your thoughts."

Nick looked up and met his eyes. "If you had told me last week, earlier today, or even 20 minutes ago that I would be....and enjoying it, I would have said you were crazy."

Greg grinned, but he couldn?t help teasing Nick, "Would be...I don?t think I heard you. Would be what, Nick?"

Nick looked at him. "You know what I mean."

Greg, "Yeah, but I never would have thought you were the kind who wouldn?t say it."

Nick shrugged "Well, I prefer to do, not talk. Lace, not leather."

"Interesting analogy. But, I?m leather, and I wouldn?t be offended if you said it." Greg began moving again, taking a bit more of Nick inside him and then pulling back. He heard Nick gasp and moan softly.

"God, Greg, you look so fabulous. And, my leather lover," he smacked Greg gently, "I love watching my cock disappear into your ass."

Greg moaned when he heard that and pushed back quickly. He took another two inches of Nick inside him and stopped. Sensing what was needed before he had to say anything, Nick squeezed more lube between them, and Greg again pushed back. He felt himself opening to accommodate Nick, and he loved every sensation. "Nick...."

"Greg?"

"How much more?"

Nick stroked his back, looking at the juncture between them. "Only about another inch." Greg took a deep breath and pushed back one last time, feeling Nick?s hips against him.

"That?s all of me, Greg."

Greg moaned and moved a bit. He ground his ass against Nick?s hips, feeling Nick push back. He looked over his shoulder again. "Nick?"

"Yeah, Greg?"

"Do you think you could talk like that some more? If not, would you mind terribly if I did?"

Nick shook his head. "I?m not promising I?ll do more than make happy noises, but I won?t get upset if you let go."

"Fair enough. God, Nick, your cock feels so good. You ok?"

Nick grinned. "You _are_ tight. I?ll give you that."

Greg grinned back "I?m just getting started."

Greg stayed still for a moment more, enjoying the feel of Nick?s entire length buried in him. He wanted to move, and he wanted to stay still at the same time. He loved this feeling, but he knew it would feel even better when he _did_ start to move. He clenched his muscles, and heard Nick moan above him. That was all the encouragement he needed, and he began moving again.

He rocked his hips, slowly moving so that Nick slid in and out of him. He felt Nick run his hands over his back and ass, and he loved the feeling. He moaned softly and started to move faster. "Nick, it?s ok. You can thrust with me... please."

Nick started to move, but barely. Following Greg?s lead, he kept the tempo smooth and steady. Greg was loving every minute of this. It was one thing to experiment by yourself, even with plastic help, but this was amazing. This was real. He shifted, raising his chest so that his back was more level. This time when Nick thrust on the in stroke, Greg gasped. Nick had hit his prostate, or something. Greg was beyond naming the parts that felt so good; he just wanted to revel in the feeling.

He heard moaning and knew it came from him as much as from Nick. He started to move faster, trying to convey to Nick that he wanted it harder. Nick sped up slightly, but Greg still wanted more. He wanted to feel like he was being dominated. "Nick, grab my hips and fuck me! I love this!"

Nick obeyed, grabbing Greg?s hips, digging his fingers in slightly, and sped up his thrusting. Greg turned his head and looked over his shoulder. He caught Nick?s eye and winked. Nick just moaned in response. Greg shifted so that he was putting his weight on one arm and carefully reached the other back so that he could touch Nick. He was only able to reach Nick?s thigh, but it was enough. He grabbed on and used the extra bit of leverage to thrust harder. He moaned loudly as Nick moved deeper into him, hitting a different spot with the altered angle. "God, Nick. This feels so fucking good!"

Nick took one hand from Greg?s hips and pushed Greg?s hand off of his thigh. Greg looked puzzled, till Nick motioned that he should again lean on both arms. Greg quickly complied, eager to see what Nick had in mind. Nick bent over Greg?s back, kissing a trail over the hot skin, tracing Greg?s spine. At the same time, he continued to thrust - deep, hard strokes that made Greg gasp. "Yes, just like that!" Nick steadied himself with one hand on Greg?s hips, as he brought his other hand around Greg?s front.

Greg felt Nick shift his weight, and felt him stretch out so that there was full contact between their bodies. What Greg wasn?t ready for was the warm, slick hand that wrapped around his cock. He cried out as he felt Nick grasp him. "Oh, God!"

Nick kissed his shoulder and started to pump his hand on Greg. Greg let the waves of sensation wash over him. Everything else disappeared but the feel of Nick buried inside him and Nick?s hand around his cock. He tried to move with Nick, and after a few off-strokes, they had found a rhythm. He thrust back onto Nick as Nick?s hand reached his tip, then as Nick pulled out of him, he was thrusting into Nick?s hand. It was almost as if he was just moving back and forth between the two points of pleasure, but Nick kept up the rhythm, thrusting at just the right time, bringing them together even harder.

Greg knew he was getting close again, but he wanted to be sure that Nick was too. He turned his head slightly, looking into Nick?s face. The other man had his eyes closed, mouth partly open, breath coming in fast gasps. Greg clenched his muscles, tightening around Nick, and the other man moaned. Greg concentrated on squeezing on the in stroke, and releasing on the out. He could tell that Nick was getting very close and he watched, wanting to see his lover come. He whispered to Nick, "Come on, Nick. Come for me...." He could tell that Nick was just on the edge and he tightened his muscles and thrust back against Nick as hard as he could. Nick was starting to lose the rhythm, and Greg wanted to send him over the edge. "Come on Nick, fuck me.
Fuck me hard! I want you to come!" Nick lost all coordination at Greg?s words and just started pumping.

That was the loss of control that Greg was waiting for. He didn?t try to keep up with Nick, just gripped the sheets and enjoyed Nick?s abandon. It felt so good, and he was almost surprised when he heard Nick scream and felt the contractions as Nick exploded deep inside him. When Nick came, his grip on Greg?s cock tightened, as he involuntarily clenched his fist, at the same time, he drove hard into Greg one last time. Greg gasped at the sudden extra pressure on his cock, but the extra sensation of being squeezed between Nick?s fist and hips send him over the edge as well.

Nick released Greg?s cock and slowly pulled out of him. Greg felt a sense of loss as Nick pulled out, but only for a brief moment as he collapsed, his elbows and knees sliding out from under him. Nick stretched out on the bed next to him, turning toward him.

Greg turned his head to look at Nick and smiled. Nick just grinned back. "When I get the energy in a second, I?m getting up from this wet towel and heading for the bathroom. Do you have a washcloth I could borrow?"

Nick nodded and replied, "I guess the towel was a good idea after all. Oh, I?ve got one of those hand held showerheads, if it would make it easier to rinse off."

Greg nodded. "It would. In fact, why don?t you join me in a moment?"

"Ok, sounds good." Nick rolled and stood.

A moment later Greg stuck his head out of the bathroom. "Hey, Nick, wanna join me?"

Nick grinned at him from the doorway of the bedroom. "Absolutely." He held a clean bath towel in his hand, which he put on the lowered toilet seat before joining Greg in the tub. He pulled the curtain, and taking the shower head from the wall, turned on the water and adjusted the temperature.

The two washed each other, gently cleaning off the remains of their passion. Their motions were more soothing than sexual, but Greg still thought they felt good. In a few minutes the two were clean and they stepped out of the tub.

Steam filled the bathroom as Nick picked up the towel and went to wrap it around Greg. Before Nick could get the towel around him, Greg stepped forward and put his arms around Nick. He leaned forward slightly and kissed Nick softly on the lips, loving the feel of their warm, wet bodies against each other.

Nick kissed him back then pulled the towel around them both. After a moment, Greg stepped back and smiled. "I just wanted to feel what that was like."

"Nice." Nick smiled.

"Yeah, it was. But, now, maybe we should really dry off."

Nick nodded in response and let go of the towel. Greg caught if before it hit the floor and quickly dried himself off. He handed the towel to Nick, and the other man used it just as quickly.

Greg followed Nick back into the bedroom, climbing onto the bed and stretching out. Nick lay down next to him and leaned over to kiss him again. "I think I could kiss you all day," he whispered, just before he touched his lips to Greg?s.

The kiss lasted for a minute or two; a caressing, lingering kiss that was more sensual than sexual. Greg didn?t try to deepen the kiss, and when Nick slipped his tongue between his lips, he returned the slow caress. This was not a kiss intended to arouse; there was no sense of urgency, but it was
thoroughly enjoyable all the same.

After a moment, Nick pulled back and opened his eyes, smiling at Greg. He said, "That was....interesting."

Greg cocked an eyebrow and replied, "Interesting? Good interesting, or bad interesting?"

Nick leaned in again and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Definitely good interesting." Greg smiled in response.

Nick looked like he wanted to say something else, so Greg just waited. When a few moments had passed and Nick still hadn't said anything, Greg asked gently, "Is there something you want to say?"

Nick chewed on his lower lip for a second before answering. "Yeah, there is. I was wondering...well, you seemed to like it...." Nick studied Greg's chest, not meeting his eyes.

Greg leaned over and gently lifted Nick's chin, forcing Nick to meet his eyes. "I did enjoy that. Very, very much. Didn't you realize that?" Greg was suddenly worried that Nick had somehow misinterpreted his response.

"Yes, yes I did realize that. I'm sorry if that wasn't clear. That wasn't what I meant....I....." Nick looked back at Greg for a moment. He took a deep breath before continuing. "I was wondering....since you liked it....." Nick let out his breath in a whoosh. Greg could tell he was going to say it, but was looking for the right words, so he just waited, letting Nick take his time.

Nick took another deep breath, determined to get it out this time. He started to speak, slowly at first, but ending in a rush, "You liked it, and seemed to come really hard, and I was thinking that I would like it too so I was wondering ifyoucouldteachmetolikeittoo."

It took a second for Greg to figure out what Nick had said. When he did, he couldn't help but grin. "Absolutely. I would love to. Shall we start now?" Greg wagged his eyebrows and ran his hand down Nick's side.

Nick shook his head slightly before smiling shyly. "Can I have a raincheck? I should really get some sleep."

Greg nodded and leaned in for a light kiss. "Ok, sleepyhead. Get some shuteye and we'll talk later about when we begin your education."

Nick nodded again and mumbled "thanks," as he moved closer to Greg. Sensing Nick needed some kind of comfort, he pulled the other man into his arms and Nick fell asleep with his head on Greg's shoulder. It wasn't long before Greg too was asleep.