Title: Jackpot
By: Serenity
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: House Sitting, now with added smut.
Dedicated To Shacky20

There was 40 minutes left of the Graveyard shift and Nick was just waiting for some results before wrapping up for the night. He was settling down in the break room with a snack and a very welcome cup of coffee when Greg came hurtling down the corridor at breakneck speed. Spying Nick through the glass he stopped dead in his tracks and burst in through the door.

"Hey Nicky, how's it going?" he asked, his body almost vibrating with the excess energy that always seemed to bubble inside the young CSI. Nick always wondered where he got the verve to be so animated after a long tough shift.

"Not bad." Nick took a sip of his coffee, using the gesture to mask his quick appreciative glance at the tight blue jeans Greg was wearing. "You?"

"Good. Great, actually." He took a seat opposite the Texan and began drumming his fingers loudly on the table. Nick thought to himself that his young friend seemed even more hyped up than usual and was about to comment on it when Greg began speaking again. "Hey, you know my buddy Steve who lives over in Henderson?"

Nick mentally flicked though the list of Greg's friends that he knew of, drawing a blank. "No." he shook his head.

"Oh, right." Greg furrowed his brow. "Well, I have this buddy Steve, he lives…."

"….In Henderson, yeah I got that much."

Greg rolled his eyes, but his mouth was fighting a grin. "Yeah, well, he's visiting his family in New York for a few days and he's asked me to house sit for him until he gets back."

Nick took another sip of his coffee and nodded. "Oh yeah, there's been a few B & E's in Henderson lately."

"Yeah, and he's not keen on leaving his place completely empty, even with his alarm system. He wants someone popping in and out, make the place look lived in. His house is amazing, it's a palace, man. It‘s the sort of place you‘d need to win the jackpot at the Tangiers to be able to afford." He sat back in his chair, a wistful look on his face.

"So, how could your friend afford to buy it?" Nick asked, opening the wrapper of his candy bar. Greg looked at him like he‘d just stated that the world was flat. "He won the jackpot at the Tangiers. Didn't I just tell you that? Keep up, Stokes."

Nick swallowed a chuckle and bit the inside of his lip to keep his face straight. "As much as I enjoy your ramblings, G‘, does this actually have a point?"

"Oh, yeah, well, I Tivo'd the big game yesterday and I thought you might be interested in coming over and watching it on his 68 inch widescreen TV. You gotta see it to believe it." Greg swept his arms out to his sides to indicate the size of the screen. "What about it, huh? You, me, Warrick, a few beers and some food." He put on a pleading voice, pouting his lower lip out in that way that made Nick want to nibble at it. "Come on, Nicky. It'll be fun."

Nick quickly wiped that thought from his mind and took a large bite of chocolate, chewing it slowly as if mulling the offer over. "Greg, do you even know who was playing in ‘the big game' yesterday?" he asked after he'd swallowed.

"Yeah, well, no. But that's not really the point, I thought it would be fun to hang out in style! Come on….." he begged, stealing a piece of Nick's chocolate and popping it in his mouth.

"OK, OK, what time do you want me?" Nick sighed as if he was finally relenting. What Greg didn't know was that Nick's heart had leapt the moment Greg had invited him over.

"Come over about 2pm, I'll write down the address for you." He pulled a scrap of paper out of his pocket and scribbled on it, handing it to Nick.

"OK, cool." Nick tucked the address into his shirt pocket. "Should I bring anything?"

Greg shook his head. "Just yourself. I'm just about to go shopping, get some stuff in. I know what you like." He walked backwards out of the room, almost bumping into Hodges. He made a small zipping motion over his mouth, and Nick nodded, knowing not to mention the impromptu get-together in front of the snarky lab tech, who was likely to try and wrangle an invitation.

It was 1:30pm exactly when Nick pulled up outside the massive house. I hope I don't look too keen he thought to himself as he got out of his SUV and walked towards the door. He let a long, low whistle through his teeth in appreciation of the building, it really was palatial. He swallowed hard and rang the doorbell, feeling his stomach flip over with nerves at the thought of spending the afternoon with Greg. But good nerves he decided.

Greg came to the door within seconds. "Hey, come on in." he grinned. "Isn't this place wild?" He stood in the middle of the large reception hall and did a twirl, his arms outstretched like he was in some cheesy musical.

"It's amazing G'." Nick nodded, taking off his jacket. "Does Steve live here all alone?"

Greg took the jacket and hung it up. "Yeah. There's a cleaner who comes in four times a week, but apart from that, it's just him."

Nick stared at the huge staircase that wound around the hallway and snaked up to the upper level. "Wow, I think I would go stir crazy living in a place this big by myself. I'd definitely need company."

Greg smiled. "Me too, actually. I've only been here a day and already the place feels like it's echoing around me." He looked shyly at the floor and toed at the tiles with his sneaker. "It's one of the reasons I asked you over."

Nick shot him an understanding smile, and they moved through the hall and into the large living area, with it's wooden floors and minimalist furniture. Almost all of the inside wall was taken up with the massive 68 inch widescreen plasma TV. "Oh my God." Nick gasped as he entered the room. "It's huge! I've never seen one so big before."

"Thanks, but I don't like to brag." Greg joked saucily, and Nick rolled his eyes and punched him lightly on the arm, making Greg giggle like a schoolgirl. "Come on, lets get started." He laughed.

Nick threw himself onto the black leather couch and made himself comfortable. "Shouldn‘t we… wait for Warrick?"

Greg clicked his tongue against his teeth. "'Afraid ‘Rick had other plans in the end, he can't make it, so it's just going to be the two of us. That cool?"

Nick nodded as Greg sat down beside him, toeing his sneakers off and kicking them across the floor. For Nick, the chance to spend a few hours alone with his friend was more than cool. Greg switched on the TV and reached down to a cooler beside him, grabbing two beers and a bag of chips. "All set?" he asked as he handed Nick a beer. "When you're ready." Nick replied, popping the cap off the bottle and taking a swig of the ice cold liquid.

They sat back and watched the game, only breaking the companionable silence to shout at the players every so often, and for Greg to offer Nick another beer. Greg had set the bag of chips on the couch between them and Nick reached out to take one at the same moment Greg did. Their hands brushed together and Nick pulled away as if he'd had a shock. "Sorry. You first." he stammered. Greg pulled a chip out of the bag and popped it in Nick's mouth, his finger brushing Nick's tongue slightly. "Compromise." he smirked, taking another one for himself. Nick could feel the heat of a deep blush burning at his cheeks, and prayed that Greg wouldn't notice.

"You wanna see something cool?" Greg turned to him once the game had ended. Nick realised he hadn't really paid attention to the football, not with Greg sitting so close beside him. In fact, he was almost positive that Greg was closer now than he had been at the start of the game. Don't go reading anything into that he scolded himself. It doesn't mean anything, just your imagination working overtime.

"Yeah, what is it?" he answered, trying to keep his voice level. Greg bounced off the couch and offered Nick a hand up. He debated for a second whether to take it or not, then grabbed it and let Greg haul him up.

He followed Greg back out into the hallway, through the large kitchen that looked big enough to service a hotel, down another smaller hallway and to a heavy door. "Check this out." Greg swung the door open dramatically.

"Wooooaaaah!" Nick blinked, making sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. He stepped through the door and let out his second whistle of the day. Before them lay a 25 metre swimming pool, soft lights illuminated the aquamarine water casting dancing colours along the pale tiles of the room. The windows were covered by what looked like black satin drapes, blocking out all natural light.

"This is just… wow." Nick was speechless. "I know, isn't it?" Greg rocked from his toes to his heels in excitement. "Wanna go for a swim?"

Nick laughed before realising Greg was serious. "I don't have a suit with me, G'. Sorry."

Greg shrugged and reached across to turn on some music. "You're wearing underwear, right?"

Nick blushed and nodded. Greg pulled off his t-shirt. "So, strip and get in already." He unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, kicking them to the side, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. Nick swallowed hard at the sight of Greg almost naked. Sure, he'd seen him changing in the locker room before, but there was always other people in the room with them and he'd never been bold enough to look. This was a whole other deal, and Greg seemed to have no inhibitions about Nick watching him. His body was slender, but nicely toned, with outlines of abdominal muscles showing through the taut skin of his stomach, a small strip of soft brown hair leading from his navel down to the hem of his underwear.

Greg walked over to the deep end and dove into the crisp, clear water, his motion fluid and graceful, like a dolphin breaking the waves. Nick watched as he surfaced again, his hair flattened to his head and water dripping down his face. "Are you coming, or am I going to have to pull you in?" Greg called across to him. Nick hurriedly yanked off his shirt and black jeans, revealing his skin-tight white Calvin Klein boxers. Feeling painfully on display, he quickly jumped in, causing a massive splash as the water displaced around him.

"Nice bomb!" Greg laughed as he surfaced again. Nick spat a mouthful of water at him and swam away to the shallower end of the pool. Greg chased after him and pulled him under the water, twisting his legs around Nick's waist. "Hey!" Nick yelled at him when he managed to push him off. "Play nicely now!" then pushed Greg under the water, his laughter echoing around the tiled room.

They fooled around in the pool for a while, enjoying the sensation of the cool water lapping against their skin. Nick could feel his heart race every time he looked across at his friend, watching as his lean, lithe body cut through water as they timed each other swimming lengths. Greg won, but only because Nick couldn't keep his mind on what he was doing. Gracious in defeat, Nick swam to the side of the pool to catch his breath. "So…" he said, stretching his arms out on the tiled edge and scissoring his legs slowly to keep him afloat. "How do you know this Steve guy?"

Greg was floating on his back, looking up at the ceiling, where a hundred tiny lights twinkled like stars. "We went out a few times." he said softly. And that was it. That was how Greg came out, no sweeping statements, no grand gestures, no bold declaration. Just a simple acknowledgement of a past relationship.

He twisted himself around so he was standing, feet on the bottom, looking Nick straight in the eye. The water reflected ice blue on his skin, giving him an almost ethereal glow.

"We soon realised that we made better friends than lovers. We get on great, we just didn't have that spark, you know?" He swam over to the side and settled himself against the tile, a few feet away. "Besides, I was still hung up on y……. on the unobtainable." He looked across at Nick, a faint smile on his lips. "Of course, that was before all this." He swept a hand around the room. "I think that's why he trusts me, because we were friends before he struck it lucky. He knows I'm not just after his money."

Nick was still silent, processing the new information. "Are you cool with this?" Greg asked, his voice cracking slightly. "It doesn't have to change anything between us."

Nick looked at Greg. Really looked at him, searched his eyes for any clue as to what his friend was feeling. In those liquid chocolate pools he finally found his answer. "Or, it could change everything." He breathed.

Greg cleared his throat nervously. "What do you mean?"

Nick moved through the water until they were face to face. "I mean this." he said in an accent-thick whisper as he leaned forward and gently touched Greg's lips with his own. He tasted of beer and chlorine and warm, wet Greg, and Nick thought it tasted like heaven, like drops of sweet rain falling on the arid Vegas sand.

Greg pulled away for a moment, a look of shock on his face. When he was able to comprehend what had happened, he cupped Nick's face and pulled him in for a deeper kiss, his soft pink tongue flicked in between Nick's lips, begging for entry. Nick opened his mouth and allowed him in, enjoying the tingling of the nerves in his lips as Greg pressed against him. He brought his own tongue into play, twisting and duelling for control with Greg's in a delicious battle that he hoped neither of them would win.

Greg pulled them both down under the water, their lips never losing contact. The sensory deprivation only accentuated the sensation of the kiss, increasing the rapid thump thump of Nick's pulse in his ears as his oxygen began to wane. He was beginning to feel dizzy when Greg kicked them both up to the surface again. They broke apart, both gasping wildly, their lungs burning with the need for air.

"Maybe… not so… unobtainable… after all." Greg panted, grinning. "Maybe not." Nick growled, a suggestive smirk flashing across his face. He surged forward, pinning Greg between him and the side of the pool. He claimed those sweet lips again, grinding his almost naked body into Greg's, the thin wet cotton of their boxers doing little to restrain their growing erections that crept upwards as if seeking oxygen themselves.

Nick reached down and pulled Greg's boxers down, Greg lifting his feet to step out of them before removing Nick's in a similar manner. The rush of water hit his naked skin, making him shiver slightly, but doing nothing to cool his arousal. Greg reached down and cupped his hands around the firm round muscles of Nick's ass, pulling them so close that he thought they might meld into one being. "Fuck, Greg, I've wanted to do this for so long." he moaned as Greg licked a hot stripe across the hollow of his neck, nibbling at the skin underneath his ear. "Me too." Greg murmured, the warm breath tickling the short hairs on the back of his neck.

Nick grabbed hold of Greg's hips, the buoyancy of the water making it easy for him to lift the young CSI out of the pool, depositing him on the tiled edge. He kissed along the inside of Greg's thigh, the downy hair soft against his lips. The moans of appreciation coming from above him spurred him on and he moved further towards the sensitive skin of the sac, his tongue darting out to lap at the base of the ever thickening shaft.

"Fuck, Nick…. Feels so good." Greg gasped, reaching out a hand to grip Nick's hair. Nick took the flushed tip into his mouth, sweeping an opal bead of precum away with his tongue. Greg was making small mewling noises above him as he swallowed the full length, opening his throat to allow the thickness to slide deeply in, then closing his lips tightly around it as he slowly pulled away, flicking his tongue over the ridge as the cock slid out of his mouth again.

His own erection throbbed painfully under the water, but he resisted the urge to reach down and touch it. He'd waited too long for this moment, and he wanted all his attention focused on the squirming man before him. He took Greg in his mouth again, licking and sucking and biting gently at the hardened flesh, twisting his tongue over the prominent vein on the underside.

Greg groaned and mumbled something incoherent, gripping tighter at Nick's hair. Nick began a rhythmic sucking motion at his tip, Greg's breathing changing to short, sharp gasps as his body tensed, the sharp muscles in his stomach contracting as he drew closer and closer to orgasm, throwing his head back and yowling as Nick's delicious torture continued.

"Nick…. Please." he groaned. "I need to….let me come, please." Nick looked up at him, saw the desperation in his face, and laughed, the sound vibrating through the throbbing cockhead, adding just enough sensation to send him over the edge. Nick felt his mouth fill with hot, bitter ejaculate, each shot hitting the back of his throat as he swallowed it down greedily. He continued to suckle at the softening cock, milking out every last drop before letting it slip from his mouth.

"Holy shit, Nick." Greg struggled to catch his breath, holding on to Nick's shoulders to steady himself. "Where did you learn to do that? Never mind, I'm not sure I need to know."

Nick smiled, placing a hand either side of Greg and pushing himself up out of the water and onto the limp, satiated body, moving them both away from the edge. "You're right, you don't need to know. You just need to enjoy."

"Oh, I am enjoying." Greg grinned, wrapping his legs around Nick's waist. "And I'm hoping to enjoy a little more." He pulled him in for another searing kiss, thrusting his hips against Nick's still-hard cock, making his intentions perfectly clear.

"Oh, you want more, do you?" Nick growled, reaching up and twisting at a pink nipple, making Greg yelp. "Yeah, I want more, too. I've wanted it for far too long, and I'm not missing this chance to take it." He grabbed hold of his throbbing cock, still wet from the pool, and positioned it against the tight hole between Greg's cheeks. "Do you want this?"

Greg nodded, his face flushed. "Fucking do it already!"

Nick pushed against the resistance, breaking the seal of the protective ring of muscle at his entrance. Biting down on Greg's neck to distract him from the pain, he forced his way in, Greg's muscles instinctively clamping around him. He began to move, slowly at first, as Greg's hot channel encased him completely.

"Jesus!" Greg moaned at the intrusion, as Nick continued to bite down on the sensitive flesh of his neck. "Harder!"

Nick thrust harder into the tight passage, the swollen head of his cock brushing the sensitive prostrate, making Greg's hips jerk involuntarily. He reached down and cupped a hand under Greg's head to stop him hitting it off the tile as he pushed deeper into him, kissing him passionately as they moved as one.

"I don't think I can hold back much longer." Nick gasped as his thrusts began to grow more erratic. "It's just too good, baby."

"Come for me then." Greg murmured, pulling his legs tighter around Nick's back. "Come inside me."

Nick buried his face into the curve of Greg's shoulder and let the sensations overtake him. His balls tightened as he felt shocks of white heat building at the base of his spine and flood his belly. He threw his head back and let out what could only be described as a roar as he was overwhelmed by his orgasm, spurting thick ribbons of hot cum into the deepest darkest recesses of Greg's body. He collapsed on top of his lover, panting for breath.

"Am I squashing you?" he asked after his vision came back into focus. Greg smiled up at him. "Yeah, kinda." Nick was about to move when Greg stopped him, holding him in place. "But I like it."

"Nah, come on, lets move." Nick said, getting up. "That tile must be so hard under you." He helped Greg up off the floor and led him to the lounger, which was just wide enough to fit them both. Nick lay down and Greg lay on his side beside him, one leg hooked over him, nestling in Nick's strong arms. Nick reached across for a towel and threw it over them as a makeshift blanket.

"You feeling OK?" he asked Greg, kissing him softly on the forehead. Greg sighed contentedly. "I'm the most OK I've ever been in my life." He twisted his neck so he could look up at him. "I kinda have a confession to make."

Nick raised an eyebrow and looked down at him. "OK….."

"I knew that Warrick had plans today before I asked him to come over."

Nick faked a frown. "Are you saying you had all this planned just so you could have your wicked way with me?"

Greg‘s eyes grew wide. "No! No way, I would never do that. I just wanted to spend a little time with you, just the two of us. We haven't done that enough lately."

Nick put a finger under his chin and drew him in for a soft kiss. "I'm teasing, baby. But you're right, we haven't spent enough time together. We can change that now though. If you want to."

"Oh, I want to." Greg smiled. "I've waited long enough for this, and I think I'm addicted already. And besides, technically it was you that had your wicked way with me."

Nick's smile had a definite hint of smugness about it. "I guess you're right." He pulled Greg close for a hug. "In that case, I have a confession to make too."

"Really? What is it?" Greg asked, his voice thick and sleepy.

"Well, I kinda knew that Warrick had plans today as well. I didn't say anything when you asked me because I didn't want you to call it off."

Greg half laughed, half yawned. "Looks like we are as devious as each other, doesn't it?"

Nick yawned himself. "Looks like it. Come on, lets get some sleep. I intend to have my wicked way with you again before work."

"No way, buddy. It's my turn next. Don't forget it." Greg grinned cheekily up at him. "This is an equal opportunities relationship."

"I can live with that." Nick returned the smile. "Come on now, sleep, OK?"

Greg nodded and snuggled up against him. "Don't get mad if I drool on you."

"I won't. Sleep well." Nick lay back, unable to believe what had just happened. He watched the gently rising and falling chest of his best friend and now lover. He looked around at the almost pretentious extravagance of the room, smiling. Steve might have won the money he thought, happily. But I've just hit the jackpot.