Title: Domestic III
By: Caroline Crane
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Series: 1) Domestic, 2) Domestic II
Summary: They don't make them like that anymore.

He hadn't been waiting for this all day. He'd been trying not to, anyway, but it had been one of those days, the kind that dragged on forever and by the time it finally ended he was so wired he wasn't sure he'd be able to get any sleep before night shift started all over again.


Evidently Nick had had one of those nights too, because the second they got inside their apartment Greg's back was against the wall and Nick's mouth was on his neck, and all he could do was hold on. His hands gripped Nick's shirt at the waist, tugging uselessly to try to find skin. He couldn't get the shirt up with Nick's arms pinning him to the wall, though, so finally he gave up and just let Nick do the work for both of them.

He shuddered when Nick bit down on his neck, then soothed the sting with a wet kiss before he moved back up to Greg's mouth. And Greg wasn't adverse to hard and fast up against the wall, but what he really wanted was a lot more naked and maybe some room to move around. "Nick," he gasped when the other man released his mouth with an audible gasp, "too many clothes. Way too many clothes."

He illustrated his point by pushing at Nick's shirt again, grinning when the haze lifted from Nick's eyes long enough for him to nod and pull his shirt over his head. That was more like it, Greg thought as he ran an appreciative hand down the center of Nick's chest. When he reached Nick's stomach he let his fingers dip below the other man's waistband, his cock twitching in anticipation when he felt the heat radiating from Nick's groin.

And maybe he was too wired to sleep, but it didn't matter when Nick was looking at him like he was thinking about swallowing him whole. Greg shuddered at the thought and pushed hard on Nick's chest, nodding in the direction of the bedroom. Nick didn't answer; instead he shook his head and dropped to his knees, reaching for the zipper on Greg's jeans. For a second Greg was frozen by the sight of Nick kneeling in front of him, but when Nick's hands landed on his hips to push his jeans down he snapped back into action. He had his shirt off before Nick managed to get his shoes untied, and when he was finally naked he leaned heavily against the wall and looked down at Nick again.

Strong hands ran up the length of his thighs, and he had to fight the urge to close his eyes against the shiver of anticipation that ran down his spine and straight to his erection. Nick licked his lips once and looked up, giving Greg a look that let him know the other man wasn't planning on showing any mercy. Greg swallowed hard, then promptly stopped breathing altogether when a mouth closed over the tip of his cock. He arched back against the wall, his head hitting the plaster with a hollow thump that he didn't even feel.

There was no way he could feel it, because every nerve ending in his body was focused on the hot, wet mouth working between his legs. And for a pretty vanilla guy from a conservative Christian family, Nick sure knew how to use his tongue. Greg grinned at that and thrust forward experimentally, letting out a sharp gasp when Nick gripped his ass and pulled him forward even further. He felt Nick's throat working around him and knew he'd never last, but he couldn't bring himself to care if he came too soon.

Sure enough, less than a minute later Nick was swallowing around his length, his mouth and tongue working through Greg's orgasm. When the last shudder subsided Nick pulled back, licking his lips again and grinning smugly up at Greg. "I've been thinking about that all night," he confessed, pushing himself off his knees to catch Greg's mouth against his own again. "Been thinking about some other stuff, too."

"Oh yeah?" Greg answered, his voice harsh with the effort to catch his breath. "Like what?"


Nick just grinned and slid his hands down Greg's back, pulling him away from the wall and steering him further into the apartment. Greg started to back toward the bedroom, but when they reached the kitchen a firm hand landed on his ass and pulled him flush against Nick again. "That's far enough."

For a second Greg wasn't sure what Nick was getting at, but when he followed Nick's gaze over his shoulder he couldn't help grinning. "Think it'll hold us?"

"Only one way to find out," Nick answered, pushing Greg gently back onto the table they'd picked up at a flea market just a couple weeks ago. He'd made an offhand joke about it being sturdy enough for sex when they'd brought it home, but they hadn't had time to test the theory then and neither of them had thought of it since. Except he got the distinct impression as he watched Nick unzip his jeans and kick them off that his boyfriend had been thinking about this a lot, and he didn't bother trying to hide the shiver of anticipation that rolled through him when Nick slid his boxers down.

The table was the perfect height for this; Greg hadn't been sure when he'd first brought up the idea whether or not it would actually work, but when Nick gripped his hips and pulled him to the edge of the table he knew it was going to work just fine. He lay back on the smooth wood, stretching his arms invitingly and grinning when Nick's eyes clouded. "You just gonna stand there all day or what?" he teased, his smile growing even broader when Nick actually growled.

Three seconds later his legs were hooked over Nick's shoulders, strong hands gripping his hips hard enough to leave ten perfect bruises against white skin. Greg barely had time to take a breath before Nick slammed into him, pushing the breath right back out of him in a surprised gasp. And he believed it when Nick said he'd been thinking about this all day, because there was no way he was going to last either. It had been a long time since he'd seen Nick lose control like this; way too long, as far as he was concerned. But if it was going to be like this every time he'd happily wait for it, because Nick was hitting that spot inside him with each stroke and by the time he came Greg's vision was blurred from the almost painful pleasure.

He felt Nick's hand on his cock even as the other man worked to catch his breath, still buried inside him as he stroked Greg back to hardness. And it had been a long time since he'd been able to perform again so fast, but he'd come almost instantly the first time and the combination of Nick's hand and the pressure on his prostate proved more than enough. He watched Nick's face as the other man stroked him, thrusting lazily into the hand gripping him. Nick's eyes were still dark with lust and an intensity Greg had grown to crave over the past few months, and when he came again he knew it was the way Nick was looking at him that finally pushed him over the edge.

Finally Nick slipped out of him and leaned forward, letting the table take both their weight as he covered Greg's mouth with his own for a long, thorough kiss. By the time he let up they were both breathless, and Greg let out a shaky laugh and knocked feebly on the wood under him. "That's some quality craftsmanship," he joked, grinning when Nick smiled affectionately at him.

"Is this the part where I say something like 'they don't make 'em like this anymore'?"

Greg laughed again and let Nick pull him up off the table, glancing down at the sticky mess on his stomach. "No, this is the part where you lead me to the shower and clean me up."


"I think I can handle that," Nick answered, pulling Greg close for another quick kiss before he let go and steered Greg toward the bathroom.

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